I think it was a skirt that first attracted my eye
I looked at her shoes and then her face, it seemed subject to mine
She smiled when she caught me, so I deferred 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 8am, 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 better life
If you see 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's a picture of her grief stricken mom and dad
And I wondered what happened to her books and her things
She was wearing the same skirt and those same earrings
And I'm sorry pretty girl that I didn't get to meet ya
But when you walk in the woods, sometimes the wolves are gonna eat ya
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 better life
If you see a friend
If you see a friend