mark harris
writing on the wall
I came home from work And she was waiting at the door Had that bad day look in her eyes  And I heard the sound of her little feet Across the hardwood floor And I knelt down with my arms open wide  When I asked her what had happened She pointed to our son and said "Why don't you show your daddy what you've done"  And I could see the writing on the wall Evidence of little hands Picasso with a purple crayon And I tried to act upset But I was smiling through it all 'Cause I could see the writing on the wall, yeah  It was the first day of school Standing by the laundry door Wondering how third grade came so fast  I took a ruler and a sharpie pen And I drew the line once more So amazed at how the time had passed  With a backpack full of promise And wonder in her eyes I turned my head just so she wouldn't see me cry  'Cause I could see the writing on the wall It seems no matter how I tried The pages of this life keep turning It's a roller coaster ride And even though I knew we had it all I could see the writing on the wall  I got a cinematic memory Playing pictures of the past Adding to the story as we go  'Cause every day I'm learning That tomorrow comes too fast So, I'm holding on to the only way I know Yeah, yeah, whoa  I can see the writing on the wall It seems no matter how I tried The pages of this life keep turning I can't stop the hands of time Even though I knew we had it all I can see the writing on the wall  Whoa, I can see the writing on the wall 