I think I am where I was intended, and I’m pretty sure you’re not here, too. But jealousy was a deadbeat roommate, and I was jealous of everyone except me and you. Is it all right when things don’t work out as they might?
I think I’ll sit and write you a letter, and maybe a song with jazzy chords just for you. I think I’ll tell you that I miss you, and that you’re a friend I can’t afford to lose. And it’s all right when things don’t work out as they might. It’s OK because they work out just the same.