Judie Tzuke Walk Don't Walk
It's November and the streets are dirty
There's glass in the road where he threw his last bottle
Newspapers strewn across his territory
Don't go too close or you'll be in his story
He's some mother's son, but I can't help him
He's some mother's son, I'll just keep on walking
Walk don't walk
This city's dark with its shady doorways
A scream in the night cuts through the warm air
The flash of a knife acts like a beacon
You play ignorant but you're well aware
He's some mother's son, but I can't help him
He's some mother's son, I'll just keep on walking
Walk don't walk
When did their hopes stop burning?
When did their years stop turning?
Where were the laws unbroken?
They must be unspoken
Walk don't walk
The old townhouse has trapped a stranger
Too young to know what drew him inside
In the time that it takes him to feel the danger
The rest of his childhood will have died
He's some mother's son, but I can't help him
He's some mother's son, I'll just keep on walking
Walk don't walk