Out of Touch

Over worked and underpaid On the verge of something great Constantly staring at the back of my neck Waiting to fail just to pick up where I left Foreign feelings, familiar roads Question everything I know Anticipating what comes next Twenty years I'm a nervous reck Is a little bit of freedom too much? I feel so out of touch Vicious cicle of my own design I'll find a new way to lose my mind This is not the way I thought it'd be I can feel your urgency It's something that we'll never find You go your way and I'll go mine Lose track of all time Fall in love with distance Can you define progress in a world that doesn't listen? Forced smile, small talk, complaining Everyday a battle for something A fresh start, a privilege beyond me I meant well, but I came up empty Is a little bit of freedom too much? I feel so out of touch Vicious cicle of my own design I'll find a new way to lose my mind This is not the way I thought it'd be I can feel your urgency It's something that we'll never find You go your way and I'll go mine Is a little bit of freedom too much? I feel so out of touch Vicious cicle of my own design I'll find a new way to lose my mind This is not the way I thought it'd be I can feel your urgency It's something that we'll never find You go your way and I'll go mine