A Man Comes Walking Down the Street

A man comes walking down the street
Walking along, humming a tune
At a quarter to two

A tune you've heard
Somewhere before

Can you close the door?
Can you close the door quickly?
Can you close it at all?

Can you lock it
And leave it
Alone?

Do you check every night
To see if the light
Down the street
Is shining on someone it shouldn't?

If he comes up the street
Will you meet him head-on
To show him
How fearless you are?

If he's not there
Is he really not there?

Or is he behind another house
Or leaning against a car?

Or counting how many steps
It would take him to get
From where he is
To where you are
And realizing
It's not that far

A man comes walking down the street
And who can say what he wants?

He might want to be friends
Or just say a few words
Or just move right past you
And never look back again

Maybe he's scary
But what makes him scary?

What makes him a figure of dread?

Is it him that does it
Or the surroundings he's in?

Is it his face
Or the way
The darkness hits it

Is it his smile
Or the fact
That he's smiling
At an hour of night
When nothing seems right
To go smiling about

What are you thinking
When you know he's there?

What are you thinking
At a quarter to two

And when you hear his footsteps
What can you do?

What can you do
If it turns out

He's walking towards you