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

Sing it