The Rear Guard

I’m bringing up the rear guard, I’m coming in dead last
Trying to find the smiles that don’t fade so fast
My hands are on fire, hands are on fire
I ain’t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars
Well I guess I’m doing all right since I found my own way
These couches sure are comfy in the salon des refusé
My hands are on fire, hands are on fire
I ain’t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars
I fly on homemade wings up into the sun
Seems to me there’s room up here for each and everyone
Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher
My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire
I have a friend, Jamie, and he sang to me this verse
«I'm so far behind that I think I’m first»
My hands are on fire, hands are on fire
I ain’t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars
I fly on homemade wings up into the sun
Seems to me there’s room up here for each and everyone
Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher
My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire
So go your own way on the battlefield of truth
Hold your burning hands up, the emblems of eternal youth
If love can win battles as well as lies and swords
If god is in the details, the devil makes us bored
I fly on homemade wings up into the sun
Seems to me there’s room up here for each and everyone
Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher
My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire
My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire