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| | | Artist: | Chapin Harry |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Sequel | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 78 | | | | Lyrics: | So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips
and gettin' stoned.
I got into town a little early.
Had eight hours to kill before
the show.
First I thought about heading up north of the bay
Then I knew where I had to
go.
I thought about taking a limousine
Or at least a fancy car.
But I ended up
taking a taxi
'Cause that's how I got this far.
You see, ten years ago it was the
front seat
Drivin' stoned and feelin' no pain.
Now here I am straight and sittin' in the
back
Hitting Sixteen Parkside Lane.
The driveway was the same as I
remembered
And a butler came and answered the door.
He just shook his head when I asked
for her
And said "She doesn't live here anymore."
But he offered to give me the
address
That they were forwarding her letters to.
I just took it and returned to the
cabbie
And said "I got one more fare for you."
And so we rolled back into the
city
Up to a five storey old brownstone
I rang the bell that had her name on the
mailbox.
The buzzer said somebody's home.
And the look on her face as she opened the
door
Was like an old joke told by a friend.
It'd taken ten more years but she'd found her
smile
And I watched the corners start to bend.
And she said, "How are you
Harry?
Haven't we played this scene before?"
I said "It's so good to see you, Sue
Had
to play it out just once more."
Play it out just once more.
She said I've heard you
flying high on my radio
I answered "It's not all it seems"
That's when she laughed and she
said, "It's better sometimes
When we don't get to touch our dreams."
That's when I
asked her where was that actress
She said "That was somebody else"
And then I asked her
why she looked so happy now
She said "I finally like myself, at last I like
myself."
So we talked all through that afternoon
Talking about where we'd
been
We talked of the tiny difference
Between ending and starting to begin.
We talked
because talking tells you things
Like what you really are thinking about.
But sometimes
you can't find what you're feeling
Till all the word run out.
So I asked her to come
to the concert.
She said "No, I work at night."
I said, "We've gotten too damn good at
leaving, Sue"
She said, "Harry, you're right."
Don't ask me if I made love to
her
Or which one of us started to cry
Don't ask me why she wouldn't take the money that I
left
If I answered at all I'd lie.
So I thought about her as I sang that
night
And how the circle keeps rolling around.
How I act as I'm facing the
footlights
And how she's flying with both feet on the ground.
I guess it's a sequel
to our story
From the journey 'tween heaven and hell
With half the time thinking of what
might have been
and half thinkin' just as well.
I guess only time will tell | | | |
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