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Writing on the Wall

Madison Hillman

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September 20, 2026

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Lyrics

September 20, 2026

Old white house underneath the trees\
Cedar shade and a summer breeze\
Man had a story he couldn’t let go\
So he put it where the plaster showed\
No clean page, no proper frame\
Just a wall and a restless brain\
Some things come and they won’t wait\
Till you find the proper place\
\
Put the writing on the wall\
Let ’em paint around it when you’re gone\
If the words mean anything at all\
Don’t wait for somebody to say they belong\
Scratch your name, tell your truth\
Leave a little proof you came through\
When the whole damn world says keep it small\
Put the writing on the wall\
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Daddy had records stacked by the tools\
Oil on his hands, never cared for rules\
I had six strings and thirteen years\
Played too loud for anybody’s ears\
Mama said, “Girl, if you’re gonna sing\
Better mean every blessed thing”\
So I learned real young what a song can do\
When you quit asking permission to\
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Put the writing on the wall\
Let ’em paint around it when you’re gone\
If the words mean anything at all\
Don’t wait for somebody to say they belong\
Scratch your name, tell your truth\
Leave a little proof you came through\
When the whole damn world says keep it small\
Put the writing on the wall

\[instrumental break\]\
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I’ve played my share of half-lit rooms\
Clarksdale heat and cigarette smoke\
Watched my slide throw sparks at two\
Played for twelve like the whole town knew\
Some nights I wonder what carries on\
When the tubes go cold and the crowd is gone\
Then I think of Rowan Oak after dark\
And those pencil lines still leaving their mark\
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Maybe nothing lasts forever\
Maybe that ain’t ours to choose\
But somebody saved those pencil lines\
And somebody saved those blues\
So turn that bottle down the strings\
Make the old wood howl and ring\
You don’t get forever — you get tonight\
So leave behind something they can’t paint white\
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Put the writing on the wall\
Let it shake the windows when you’re gone\
If you got something worth saying at all\
Say it like you know you might be wrong\
Leave your scars, leave your truth\
Leave a little fire somebody else can use\
When your name gets quiet and your footsteps small\
There’ll still be writing on the wall\
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White house sleeping underneath the trees\
Old words staying where they please\
And somewhere a guitar starts to call—\
More writing on the wall

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