(Matraca Berg/Bryant/Johnny Russ)

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 somebody, without 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 know, they're few and far between
The waiter's name is Joey, he 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 life, I'll feel what I feel,
Let it be, let it be real
Let it flow through me,
An' wash me clean
That's not a bad thing

As I'm drivin' home, I'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 somebody, without someone?
It never dawned on me,
The possibility,
That it's not a bad thing