Write it on the Door He the scarred misanthrope Today by choice, almost by design Finds esprit d'escalier and he sighs One more unshaven morning He draws on his now-hot cigarette And leaves the post untouched again He moves through the house And takes a while to notice how The glass from last night is still overturned Dry red stain on the floor Leave her alone, na na na na na Leave her alone, na na na na na Write it on the door, it'll teach you to listen to you heart With brow be-furrowed The memories they're flicking through his mind's eye He finds that it's harder to forget Than not remember at all He turns attention to the sun beating down outside Listens to the birdsong, to turn his mind aside He tries to capture the essence of their morning reverie And to take heart from their faithful constancy But they sound automated Their song rings empty as the fallen glass... Leave her alone, na na na na na Leave her alone, na na na na na Write it on the door, it'll teach you to listen to you mind Gaze out the window, see the people door Today we'll die, tomorrow we'll pacify Today we'll die, break through and walk on by Tomorrow, who knows what will breeze through my door Oh, oh, oh... Today we'll die Tomorrow I'll fix up my life, and I'll just... It can't be faulted, and logically it made sense from the start But love is an abstract, yet exact state of heart And so he plays his waiting game... oh... Leave her alone, na na na na na © JMWH Oct 91