Walk Don't Walk - Judie Tzuke

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