Walking In The Woods

I think it was her skirt that first attracted my eye I looked at her shoes and then her face She seemed soft and genuine She smiled when she caught me so I diverted my look When I lifted my head she was back inside her book And I wished I could walk over and just say hello She's the kind of girl it would be nice to know But that's not the kind of thing that you're likely to do On a subway train at 8.am, are you? We walk the streets like we are walking in the woods We walk the streets like we are walking in the woods You never know when you see a pair of eyes If you're seeing a friend Two weeks later I was riding the same train I saw her face and then I read the name It said she'd been beaten pretty bad There was a picture of her grief-stricken Mom and Dad And I wondered what happened to her books and her things If she was wearing the same skirt and those same earrings And I'm sorry pretty girl, that I didn't get to meet you But when you walk in the woods sometimes The wolves are gonna eat you We walk the streets like we are walking in the woods We walk the streets like we are walking in the woods You never know when you see a pair of eyes If you're seeing a friend