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 out sole
I'm looking for the writing on the wall
-Chorus:
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 noone 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 on the bus
As 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 he wall
-Chorus:
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 noone goes
When there's nothing left, at least I'll have a song to sing along to

This won't be the only one
This won't be the only one
This won't be the only one
Do you see the writing on the wall?
-Solo:
This won't 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
This won't 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
This won't 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
This won't 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