Text: Marit Larsen. The Chase. Learning To Live Again.

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 goin' outta style

Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see

That learning to live again is killin' 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 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' outta style

Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see

That learnin' to live again is killin' 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 goin' outta style

Looks into my eyes and says, "We'll see"

Oh, this learnin' to love again is killin' me

God, this learnin' to live again is killin' me