I think it was a skirt that first attracted my eyeI looked at her shoes and then her face, it seemed subject to mineShe smiled when she caught me, so I deferred my lookWhen I lifted my head, she was back inside her bookAnd I wished I could walk over and just say helloShe's the kind of girl it would be nice to knowBut that's not the kind of thing that you're likely to doOn a subway train at 8am, are you?We walk the streets like we are walking in the woodsWe walk the streets like we are walking in the woodsYou never know when you see a better lifeIf you see a friendTwo weeks later I was riding the same trainI saw her face and then I read the nameIt said she'd been beaten pretty badThere's a picture of her grief stricken mom and dadAnd I wondered what happened to her books and her thingsShe was wearing the same skirt and those same earringsAnd I'm sorry pretty girl that I didn't get to meet yaBut when you walk in the woods, sometimes the wolves are gonna eat yaWe walk the streets like we are walking in the woodsWe walk the streets like we are walking in the woodsYou never know when you see a better lifeIf you see a friendIf you see a friend