Lyrics:

written by Lucinda WilliamsOnce in awhile we might pass on the streetWe nod we smile and we shuffle our feetMaking
small talk standing face to faceHands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place Our paths may cross again in some crowd
ed 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 yeahWe 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 togethor I ask abou
t 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 othe
r 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 livesWe are so out of touch yeah La La La La la la la From Lucinda William