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