Back Of My Hand

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 hands