Staring out of my hotel roomnon a city that I could never get used to.nI'm looking for the writing on the wall.nSlipping down an icy road nwith an over coat and a worn out sole nI'm looking for the writing on the wall. nWhat am I to do with this?nI've stuck myself with a Trojan horse gift, nand when I, open it, at least I'll have a song to sing along to. nI feel like a tire tread,nthat left its mark on the road where noone goes. nWhen there's nothing left, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.nThe most beautiful thing that I ever heard nwas Handel's largo on the back on the bus. nAs skid marks rolled by,nsomeone had a close call. nAnd Kincaid talks of a new EP deal,none that'll show just how I feel. nI'm starting to see the writing on the he wall.nWhat am I to do with this? nI've stuck myself with a Trojan horse gift, nand when I, open it, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.nI feel like a tire tread,nthat left its mark on the road where noone goes.nWhen there's nothing left, at least I'll have a song to sing along to.nThis won't be the only one. nThis won't be the only one. nThis won't be the only one. nDo you see the writing on the wall?nThis won't be the only one.nYeah I'll sing my own song.nYou will too when the day comes.nThis won't be the last song.nThis won't be the only one. nYeah I'll sing my own song. nYou will too when the day comes.nThis won't be the last song.nThis won't be the only one. nYeah I'll sing my own song. nYou will too when the day comes. nThis won't be the last song. nThis won't be the only one. nYeah I'll sing my own song. nYou will too when the day comes.nThis won't be the last song.