Walsh and the Hunter

Verse 1

Black coat paws on the frost cement

Rideboro streets know where I been

Brenda by my side with the pad and pen

Cold case folder thick as the fog again

Four a.m. hum in the radio static

Last known moves were too erratic

Witnesses talk but the truth is scattered

Every scent trail been torn and battered

Pre-Chorus

Walsh says trust the nose not the noise

I read the room in a single stride

Every locked door got a hidden voice

Every dead end got a turn to hide

Chorus

Hennessy on the hunt in the capital night

Chasin down the shadows till the morning light

Deep in the files where the cold case blooms

Loaded with the questions sealed in the tombs

Truth in the dark where the city exhales

Walsh on my flank while I follow the trails

Verse 2

Old apartment block smell like cheap perfume

Missing person photos grin in the gloom

Brenda flips the page by the flicker light

I scratch the floorboard where the clue holds tight

Last seen near the river on a Tuesday

Witness claim the car drove away

No plates no prints no time to waste

Gotta crack the silence with patient taste

Pre-Chorus

Walsh says trust the nose not the noise

I read the room in a single stride

Every locked door got a hidden voice

Every dead end got a turn to hide

Chorus

Hennessy on the hunt in the capital night

Chasin down the shadows till the morning light

Deep in the files where the cold case blooms

Loaded with the questions sealed in the tombs

Truth in the dark where the city exhales

Walsh on my flank while I follow the trails

Bridge

Down ByWard where the pigeons scatter

A witness breaks like brittle plaster

One name muttered through the chatter

Piece by piece the whole story scatters

Truth never sleeps I hear it yawning

Brenda scribbles while the dawn is dawning

One more truth pulled from the brawling

One more family starts their mourning

Chorus

Hennessy on the hunt in the capital night

Chasin down the shadows till the morning light

Deep in the files where the cold case blooms

Loaded with the questions sealed in the tombs

Truth in the dark where the city exhales

Walsh on my flank while I follow the trails