Out Of Touch Lyrics - Live At The Fillmore - Lucinda Williams

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 

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 

[Chorus] 

We are so out of touch, yeah 

We are so out of touch, yeah 

La, la, la 

We speak in the past tense to 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 the other lane 

Everybody's going somewhere, everybody's inside 

Hundreds of cars, hundreds of private lives 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

Listen To Every Song Of The Summer Since 1958 In Our Ultimate Mega-Mix 

Miley Cyrus Goes Back In Time In New Music Video For 'Younger Now' 

[Chorus] 

Photos