Once in a while 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      Other 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      We speak in the 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   We are so out of touch, yeah   La la la