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

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Writer(s): Lucinda Williams