Out of Touch

I got lost, don't know how to fit in

On the plane ride there's no charity

but i dreamed of a lasting divine

I'm just a child on the rail lines

And somehow you are out of touch

there is a ghost down the longest parade

I found you on the lawn on top of sailing men

And I am drunk, drunk on chartreuse and wine

I gotta away with this child like mind

And somehow you are out of touch

somehow you, somehow are out of touch