Back of my hand

For sentimental reasons
I keep drifting away
And even when I need em
These ties that bind
Still I hold them at bay

Now maybe I can take it as it goes
But baby I can't fake it anymore

By now I should have some of these pieces retired
But how can a miracle built to unwind
I'm begging for a minimum for your demand
'Cause the gun in my hand is still in back of my head
The back of my head

For centuries of time
Forever and days
I've been losing my mind
And even what I'm finding
Still has a way of washing out with the tide

Still maybe there's a meaning that I know
Now either I'm leaning to and fro

By now I should have some of these pieces retired
But now can a miracle that's built to unwind
I'm begging for a minimum for your demand
'Cause the gun in my hand is still in back of my head
The back of my head

All these candid conversations
They help some in their way
But there still ain't no vacation
Or still no better days

By now I should have some of these pieces retired
But how can a miracle that's built to unwind
I'm begging for a minimum for your demand
'Cause the gun in my hand is still in back of my head

By now I should have some of these pieces retired
But how can a miracle that's built to unwind
I'm begging for a minimum for your demand
'Cause the gun in my hand is still in back of my head

The back of my head
The back of my head
The back of my head

For sentimental reasons