I hear a preacher
On my corner
Ranting like a crazy man
He says there's trouble
Troubles are coming
I can read it like the back of my hand
I see love
Oh, 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
Oh, 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 back of my hand
Well
Read it like the back of my hand
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Read it like the back of my hand