(Monty Criswell, Wesley Hightower, Timothy Ray Menzies) She was sitting at our table In our favorite old cafe ??? up, laughing with new friends It was the first time I had seen her Since the day she walked away She noticed me the moment I walked in I saw her brown eyes and perfect smile The candle light reflecting off her hair But she acted like I wasn't even there In California, sun sinking out of sight Like I didn't hear her say, "I love you" Laying on the beach that night Like I wasn't standing in that cafe Losing her all over again All I could do was stare While she acted like I wasn't even there I thought I might walk over Then she'd have to say, "Hello" But then again just what good would that do? So I motioned to the waitress "I'll take a call for you to go And keep that change, I'll try to play it cool" Then I heard that voice above the crowd I felt like I was trying to breathe thin air And she acted like I wasn't even there In the rock with that diamond in my hand Like we didn't talk about forever A picket fence on a little land Like I wasn't standing in that cafe Losing her all over again All I could do was stare How she acted like I wasn't even there Surely I'm still in her heart somewhere But she acted like I wasn't even there