The Smell of the Fox

I know the smell of the fox,
I've lived in the country long enough.
But I'm remembering a night long ago
in the city. Midnight. Walking back
from the Chinese.
By the bus stop on the Stratford Road
there's a young man staggering,
blood on his face,
incoherent shouting in anguish
I didn't do anything
I didn't do anything
help me help me help me
where's the police station
and we tell him
and we walk on home
and eat the chinese, because
we don't want to get involved
and they might still be around
and that was night in the city
and now I walk in the morning
and I know the smell of the fox
I've lived in the country long enough.