(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.