Keith Toby Losing My Touch Lyrics

Losing My Touch Lyrics

Reservations for one tonight 

 Ill be eating by myself again 

 At that quiet little corner spot 

 Where we used to hang with all our friends 

 

 And Ill ease down to the local pub 

 Climb up on the tallest stool 

 Holding court with my common sense 

 Outwitting all these common fools 

 

 Chorus: 

 Ive got good taste for blended whiskey 

 I can see my way around this bar 

 I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox 

 And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar 

 I cant read your mind 

 Baby I can sense this much 

 When it comes to your love 

 I feel like Im losing my touch 

 

 Youre not buying this anymore 

 My lies have come up short again 

 You havent said its over yet 

 Oh but I can feel a bitter wind 

 And after giving me your better years 

 And hoping for the very best 

 Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest 

 

 Chorus 

 When it comes to your love 

 I feel like Im losing my touch