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 togethor 
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