Garth Brooks

I burned my hand, I cut my face
Heaven knows how long its been
Since Ive felt so out of place
Im wonderin if Ill fit in.
Debbie and charley said theyd be here by nine
And deb said she might bring a friend
Just my luck, theyre right on time
So here I go again.
Im gonna smile my best smile
And Im gonna laugh like its going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she dont see
That learning to live again is killing me.
Little cafe, table for four
But theres just conversation for three
I like the way she let me get the door
I wonder what she thinks of me.
Debbie just whispered, "youre doin fine"