(Stephanie Davis, Don Schlitz)
 I burned my hand, 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 Charley 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 going out of style
 Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
 That learning to live again is killing me
 Little cafe, 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 going 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, a whisper goodnight
 And I say, "can I see you again"
 And she just smiles her best smile
 And she laughs like it's going out of style
 Looks into my eyes and says, "We'll see"
 Oh this learning to live again is killing me
 God this learning to live again is killing me