Dead Reckoning
Position plotted from speed, heading and elapsed time, with nothing left to sight. The loss goes on the chart as data, not as a verdict.

Lyrics
Intro
[melody alone, no beat, dry and close]
(I don't know where I'm going)
(But I know which way is back)
Verse 1
[rap in front, quiet, conversational, almost spoken; no melody yet]
No compass in my pocket
No coordinates, no name
Just my speed and my heading
And the time since you were here
That's how you do dead reckoning
When there's nothing left to sight
You take the last position that you trusted
And you move
Hook
[the rap keeps running underneath, unbroken; the melody sits on top of it]
Still counting, still moving, still off every chart
(I don't know where I'm going)
Nobody's coming out to find me, that's the part I had to learn
(But I know which way is back)
And the missing thing I'm carrying is pointing like a needle
(And I'm not going back)
So I follow what I lost
(I'm not going back)
Verse 2
I used to navigate by other people's windows
Set my course by who was letting who inside
Spent years correcting for a current that was never there
And called it a life
Now I take the loss as data
Not a verdict, just a mark
Put it on the chart and keep it
'Cause it's the truest thing I own
Everything they said about me, I don't have to disagree
I just don't have to steer by it
Hook
Still counting, still moving, still off every chart
(I don't know where I'm going)
Nobody's coming out to find me, that's the part I had to learn
(But I know which way is back)
And the missing thing I'm carrying is pointing like a needle
(And I'm not going back)
So I follow what I lost
(I'm not going back)
Bridge
[the rap stops for the first time; melody alone, exposed, almost unaccompanied]
(I stopped waiting for a light to come on)
(And the dark turned into distance)
(And distance I can walk)
Final Hook
Still counting, still moving, and the chart is mine to draw
(I don't know where I'm going)
Nobody's coming out to find me — good, I'd rather not be found
(But I know which way is back)
And the missing thing I'm carrying is pointing like a needle
(And I'm not going back)
So I follow what I lost
(I'm not going back)
And it's taking me somewhere
Outro
[rap alone, spoken, no melody, almost off-mic]
Speed. Heading. Time since.
That's enough to get somewhere.
That was always enough.
Song sheet
How the track is built.
- 84 BPM
- spacious halftime backbone with double-time hats
- minor verses opening to a suspended hook, never full major
- loss ↔ direction
- dead reckoning, the navigation method of plotting position from speed, heading and elapsed time alone with no landmark to sight; the thing the narrator has lost becomes the needle he steers by
- the melody sits on the pitch of the scream from the interlude
- rap leads: close, quiet, conversational, nearly spoken, dry
- sustained clean melody layered over the rap, not replacing it
- none
- clean palm-muted arpeggio, low and soft; one distortion swell at the end
- tape-saturated pad, muted vinyl-noise beat, restrained sub