I can see the writing on the wall Underdeciphered messages to us Thoughts of long forgotten people Fading away, getting vaguer day by day Each hiding a secret that Not one will declare
I see the writing I see that none of it is read up unto to me I'm the exception Said no one stopped to write a doggone thing about me, hey hey well Now that I know
Well the wall could tell a tale or two Maybe some of me or some of you Everybody listening carefully But not enough that sometime you wrote a lie A cliche upon our door Or did you write more
I see the writing I see that none of it is read up unto to me I'm the exception I said no one ever gets to write a thing about me, well Now that I know
