I can see the writing on the wall Under deciphered 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