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