Not A Bad Thing — текст песни (Terri Clark)

(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.