Which Was Writ
Nick Waterhouse
I used to think
that was writ was meant
and meant to be written
sittin' all alone
in a little terra-cotta kitchen
turning page after page
as my fingers got darker
the world's a submission
my mind a red marker
I used to trust
that people could
and people could learn
- a fellow in turn
deserves a fellow turn
- and speaking truth
rings like a song
- i used to trust
but i learned
that i was wrong
I can't wait
'til this is all gone
and i could say
that i was wrong