Back Of My Hand

I hear a preacher on the corner Ranting like a crazy man He says that trouble, troubles are coming I can read it like the back of my hand I see love, I see misery Jamming side by side on the stage In the wind, some mournful melody I can read it like the back of my hand The back of my hand Oh yeah Oh yeah I see dreams, I see visions Images I don't understand I see Goya's paranoias I can read it like the back of my hand Read it like the ah, ah, ah, ah Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, woah yeah Woah yeah Read it like the back of my hand