Joan Armatrading Talking To The Wall
There's a very old expression
Called, talking to the wall
And it means you get no answers
Just stone silence
But walls have ears
And you can hear me
When I call
I can feel it
Feel it in my bones
You really mean it
It is not a hoax
Sham bam
Thank you ma'am
Not for you
You're bona fide, ah
You don't come on
In a Trojan horse
No hidden wires
To make me fall
What I see
Is what I get
Straight and true
My solid wall
You keep my chin up
Stabilize my highs and lows
You're extra special
Nothing superficial
You see right through me
Rust cracks, warts and all
Nothing changes
I'm the last word in what you want
You're as solid
As a wall
And I can
Lean against you
I can tell you
All my troubles
And I know
You'll hear me
Walls have ears
You can hear me
When I call
Talking to the wall
