I came to see you this morning I knocked but you weren't at home
I rang but you didn't answer so I left a message on your phone
I wrote a note for you dear and slipped it under your door
Left another on your windshield I know you read them both for sure
I don't know what you're trying to hide by leaving me out in the cold
I can read between the lines that you're ready to hit the road
Just a little confirmation, before I up and go
Cos I don't have to be a scholar to see the writings on the wall
The letters you once sent me smelt of your sweet perfume
They were sealed with a loving kiss and sent by the light of the moon
Now I'd be happy with just a note dear, even if it were tattered and torn
Just a little explanation, before I ramble on
I don't know what you're trying to hide by leaving me out in the cold
You don't need to send a man with a telegram to tell me what I already know
Just a little conversation, before I up and go
Cos I don't have to be a scholar to see the writings on the wall