| Writing on the Wall |
| Staring out of my hotel room on a city that i could never get used to I'm looking for the writing on the wall slipping down an icy road with an over coat and a worn our sole I'm looking for the writing on the wall What am I to do with this? I've stuck myself with a trojan horse gift And when I open it At least I'll have a song to sing along to I feel like a tire tread That left its mark on the road where no one goes When there's nothing left At least I'll have a song to sing along to The most beautiful thing that i ever heard Was Handel's largo on the back of a bus The skid marks rolled by someone had a close call And Kincaid talks of a new EP deal one that'll show just how i feel I'm starting to see the writing on the wall Chorus This wont be the only one Do you see the writing on the wall? This wont be the only one Yeah I'll sing my own song You will too when the day comes This won't be the last song |