I m sittin in this cafe

People talking so loud

I can t hear myself think

And that s not a bad thing

The coffee keeps on coming

The waiter keeps smiling

As I m riding on this river of caffeine

And that s not a bad thing.

I used to feel sorry for someone like me

In a corner booth pretending 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.

All those thoughts of how will I live 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

And that s not a bad thing.

There s a tug on the edge of my heart

It s you again saying, don t you start letting go of me

But I m not listening

For once in my life I ll feel what I feel

Let it be

Let it be real

Let it flow through me and wash me clean

Yeah it s not a bad thing

It s not a bad thing.

As I m driving home I m thinking

The worse might be over

Or maybe I m a little bit naive

But the streetlights seem brighter as I walk up to my front door

I m all alone when I turn the key

And it s not a bad thing.

No it s not a bad thing...