(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

You find a hair on my jacket  

And you know it's not mine  

You look at my pillow  

But you're wasting your time  

Because I'm out of touch with you  

Your smile no longer sings  

I'm so out of touch with you  

Now your phone forever rings  

You see a code in my book  

And it doesn't ring a bell  

And this girl I am seeing   

Says she really couldn't tell  

Because I'm out of touch with you  

I have seen another heart  

I was so in love with you  

Love and thanks I can I can't   



I won't comb my hair for you anymore  

I won't be in early  

I won't be in late  

I won't be in at all so don't sit in and wait  



You hear a howl in the dark  

And you hope that it is me  

But there's no chance  

Now there's no one else to see  

Because I'm out of touch with you  

Your trap will never be sprung  

I'm so out of touch with you  

So the final verse is sung