It is sobering, tonight,
walking in this strange town
where nobody knows my name
and realizing
if I disappear from here
it will take days 
for anyone to recognize
that I am gone.

No one expects to hear from me
until I get back to town
and by then
my trail would have gone cold
if anything were to have mysteriously happened.

The manhunt would have little to go on
if anybody cared to hunt for this man.
But who would go to the effort?
Who would bother looking?
Who would know to send out the hounds?
Who would set the reward?
Who would see the value in a reward?
Who would see the value in me?