Like the back of my hand I know my way around I know the lay of the land Every square inch of this town I look around at the faces I see As I take my thoughts out for a walk I know where things stand Like the back of my hand
Down in front of the stage The curtain's set to rise Where no one’s acting their age Everybody's in disguise And looking up at the faces I clearly can see that it's not going down The way they planned Like the back of my hands Like the back of my hands
Somehow the world today Seems shot in Super 8 It has this nostalgic glow If I lose all track of time It's no skin off my back Cos I'm not going anywhere So I know I won't be late
I'm not going anywhere So I know I won't be late Hmm mmm
Like the back of my hands I know if there's a God That only he understands What to us just seems so odd He's looking down on creation The same way that I'm looking down as I play The Baby Grand At the back of my hands Like the back of my hands Like the back of my handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
