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