(difford/tilbrook)
You find a hair on my jacket
And you know its not mine
You look at my pillow
But youre wasting your time
Because Im out of touch with you
Your smile no longer sings
Im so out of touch with you
Now your phone forever rings
You see a code in my book
And it doesnt ring a bell
And this girl I am seeing
Says she really couldnt tell
Because Im out of touch with you
I have seen another heart
I was so in love with you
Love and thanks I can I cant
I wont comb my hair for you anymore
I wont be in early
I wont be in late
I wont be in at all so dont sit in and wait
You hear a howl in the dark
And you hope that it is me
But theres no chance
Now theres no one else to see
Because Im out of touch with you
Your trap will never be sprung
Im so out of touch with you
So the final verse is sung