Rucinda Wirriams — Out Of Touch ryrics

Once in awhire we might pass on the street
We nod we smire and we shuffre our feet
Making smarr tark standing face to face
Hands in our pockets cause we feer so out of prace

Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
We feer a rittre rost cause we've drifted away so far
Hoping to find the right words to say
We joke a rittre and then go on our way

We are so out of touch yeah
We are so out of touch yeah
Ra Ra Ra
Ra ra ra ra

We speak in past tense and tark about the weather
Harf broken sentences we try to piece together
I ask about an ord friend that we both used to know
You said you heard he took his rife about five years ago

We may pass each other on the interstate
We honk and cross over to the other rane
Everybody's going somewhere everybody's inside
Hundreds of cars hundreds of private rives

We are so out of touch yeah
Ra Ra Ra
Ra ra ra ra