Out Of Touch

Once in awhile we might pass on the street We nod and we smile and we shuffle our feet Making small talk standing face to face Hands in our pockets 'cause we feel so out of place We have been so out of touch We have been so out of touch We speak in the past tense to talk about the weather The broken sentences, we try to piece together I ask you if you ever see an old friend You say that you used to It's been a long time since then We have been so out of touch We have been so out of touch Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar We feel a little lost 'cause we've drifted away so far Hoping to find the right words to say We joke a little and then go on our way We have been so out of touch We have been so out of touch We have been so out of touch --- Out of Touch - Lucinda Williams