I burned my hand
And I cut my face
Heaven knows
How long it's been
Since I've felt
So out of place
I'm wonderin'
If I'll fit in
Debbie and Charlie
Said they'd be
Here by nine
And Deb said
She might
Bring a friend
Just my luck
They're right
On time
So here I go
Again
I'm gonna smile
My best smile
And I'm gonna
Laugh like it's
Goin' out of style
Look into her
Eyes and pray
That she don't see
That learning to
Live again is
Killing me
Little café
Table for four
But there's just
Conversation
For three
I like the way
She let me
Get the door
I wonder what
She thinks of me
Debbie just
Whispered,
"You're doin' fine"
And I wish that
I felt the same
She's asked me
To dance
Now her hand's
In mine
Oh, my God
I've forgotten
Her name
But I'm gonna smile
My best smile
And I'm gonna
Laugh like it's
Goin' out of style
Look into her
Eyes and pray
That she don't see
That learning to
Live again is
Killing me
Now here we are
Beneath her
Porch light
And I say what
A great time
It's been
A kiss on the
Cheek
I whisper
Goodnight
And I say,
'Can I see you,
Again?'
And she just smiles
Her best smile
And she laughs
Like it's goin'
Out of style
Looks into my eyes
And says,
'We'll see'
But oh, this
Learning to live
Again
Is killing me
God, this learning
To live again
Is killing me...