I’m sittin’ in this cafe
People talkin’ so loud I can’t hear myself think.
That’s not a bad thing.
The coffee keeps on coming
The waiter who keeps smilin’ as I’m ridin’ on a river of caffeine
An’ that’s not a bad thing.
I used to feel sorry for someone like me
In a corner booth pretendin’ to read on a friday night.
I used to say: «it just ain’t right.»
How could anybody ever have any fun
Without somebodywithout someone?
It never dawned on me
The possibility
That it’s not a bad thing.
Those naggin’ thoughts about you
How I left without you tonight:
You knowthey’re few and far between.
The waiter’s name is joeyhe told me
And that’s when I noticed he ain’t wearing any ring.
An’ that’s not a bad thing.
And there is a tug on the edge of my heart
It’s you again sayin’: «don’t you start lettin’ go of me.»
But I ain’t listenin’.
For once in my lifeI’ll feel what I feel
Let it belet it be real.
Let it flow through me
An’ wash me clean.
That’s not a bad thing.
As I’m drivin’ homeI’m thinkin’
The worst might be over
Or maybe I’m a little bit naive.
But the street lights seem brighter
As I walk to my front door
And I’m all alone when I turn the key.
An’ that’s not a bad thing.
I used to feel sorry for someone like me
In a corner booth pretendin’ to read on a friday night.
I used to say: «it just ain’t right.»
How could anybody ever have any fun
Without somebodywithout someone?
It never dawned on me
The possibility
That it’s not a bad thing.