As the body is getting old
You’re surrounded by a foam
People calling you at home
Mostly working on the phone

They won’t touch you with a stick
Stare too much, they’ll call you a prick
But your number they will pass
Mark it up as: “still got some cash”

Lonely, smart and prone to love
I’ve been under and above
I’ve been kissed and I’ve been struck
Drawn forever on a lark

Now that you are coming home
I’m a stumbler, too far gone
Awkward in so many ways
Easy prey, in games you play

‘Cause in matters of the heart
I’ve been having some false starts
So if I ask you for your hand
or where we’re headed,

Simply touch me, all of the way
Don’t worry, I won’t stay
It’s just a thing that I need today
And probably every day

‘Cause it’s always been my faith
Touch someone, you’re good as death
Everything you’ve ever known
Will be taken, forever gone

Yes, I’ve touched and I survived
Lost it all and I’m alive
No more a junky for the pain
I want it missionary plain

‘Cause in matters of the heart
I’ve been having some false starts
So if I ask you for your hand
or where we’re headed,

Simply touch me, all of the way
Don’t worry, I won’t stay
It’s just a thing that I need today
And probably every day