Out Of Touch - Lucinda Williams

Once in awhile we might pass on the street

We nod 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

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 are so out of touch yeah

We are so out of touch yeah

La La La

La la la la

We speak in past tense and talk about the weather

Half broken sentences we try to piece together

I ask about an old friend that we both used to know

You said you heard he took his life about five years ago

We may pass each other on the interstate

We honk and cross over to the other lane

Everybody’s going somewhere everybody’s inside

Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives

We are so out of touch yeah

La La La

La la la la