Toby Keith - Losing My Touch lyrics

Reservations for one tonight

I'll be eating by myself again

At the quiet little corner spot

Where we used to hang with all our friends

And I'll ease down to the local pub

Climb up on the tallest stool

Holding court with my common sense

Outwitting all these common fools

I've 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 I'm losing my touch

You're not buying this anymore

My lies have come up short again

You haven't said it's over yer

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

Well, I've 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

Oh but I can sense this much

When it comes to your love

I feel like I'm losing my touch

When it comes to your love

I feel like I'm losing my touch