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
 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