The Back of Your Hand Songtext
von Dwight Yoakam

When you give it up for gone
But you′re still digging in the mind
And you're staring out the window
Saying everything will be just fine
Keepin′ with the whole affair
Every word seems out of line
No matter what angle you get
It's polished 'til it shines

Take a guess at where I stand
Pick a number, one to two
Take a look at the back of your hand
Just like you know it
You know me too


And when you say, who the hell am I living with?
What just went down?
Where did this come from?
Why are all my colours faded brown?
When did it change?
What′s with the rage?
Who′s the dude with the extra roll?
What's the verse, the line, the chapter, the page?

Take a guess at where I stand
Pick a number, one to two
Take a look at the back of your hand
Just like you know it
You know me too

You think you′re alone without any place left to go
Like you need one of those kisses long and slow
First glance is not what it seems
But there's some things I just know
Like you take two sugars with a splash of cream


You take a guess at where I stand
Oh, pick a number, one to two
Then take a look
Back of your hand
Just like you know it
You know me too
Yeah, like you know it
You know me too
Just like you know it
You know me too