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Out of Touch
©1998
Pat Dube. All Rights Reserved.
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I don't know where to start
Should I rush it through, to later take it apart
Or take my time
Do it right and get this straight off my heart
Here we are in misery
Penniless and empty again
When we should be basking in the sun
To stop and take a break would be fun
Did I miss my calling?
Is it maybe why I feel I'm crawling?
To the next destination
With all this apprehension
I float through the door
Just to keep on moving forward
Everybody's screaming to be heard
We fall into this catchy chorus
Playing our epiphany
Turn our dreams into reality
When I make my stand
I want to take you with me
Here I am when I could be home
Playing the fool that you've always known
Out of touch and out of tune
With the rest of the world.
©
1998 Pat Dube. All Rights Reserved.