Out of Touch - Live in Denver, 1980

Thank you man
One, two, three

Shake it up is all that we know
Using bodies up as we go
I'm waking up to fantasy
The shades all around aren't the colors we used to see
Broken ice still melts in the sun
And times that are broken can often be one again
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
You got to Take a look around, c'mon

You're out of touch
I'm out of time (time)
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
You're out of touch
I'm out of time (time)
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Reaching out for something to hold
Looking for a love where the climate is cold
Manic moves and drowsy dreams
Living in the middle between the two extremes
Smoking guns, hot to the touch
Would cool down if we didn't use them so much, yeah
We're soul alone
And soul really matters to me
Too much sometimes you know

You're out of touch
I'm out of time (time)
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
You're out of touch
I'm out of time (time)
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
(Ooh)
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ooh
(Out of touch, out of time)

You're out of touch
I'm out of time
But I'm out of my head when you're not around
You're out of touch
I'm out of time (time)

You're out of touch
I'm out of time (oh, out of my head, oh out of my head)
You're out of touch, to close yeah
You're out of touch
I'm out of time (oh, out of my head, oh out of my head)
You're out of touch, out of touch, out of touch, out of touch

You all got, to reach out, right now
You got, to reach out, right