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Harry Chapin( Harry Forster Chapin )
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Sequel
Lyricist:Harry F. Chapin
Hey, she's actin' happy, inside her handsome home And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips
I got into town a little early Had eight hours to kill before the show First thought about heading up north of the bay Then knew where I had to go
I thought about taking a Limousine Or at least a fancy car I ended up taking a taxi 'Cause that's how I got this far
It was ten years goin' in the front seat Drivin' stoned, feelin' no pain Now, here I am straight and sittin' in the back Hitting 16 Park Side 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 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 Upto a five storey old Brownstone 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 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 now, Sue Had to play it out just once more Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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' When 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 words run out
So I asked her to come to the concert She said, 'No, I, 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 And if I act, as I'm facing the footlights How she's flying with both feet on the ground
Yes, I guess it's a sequel to our story From my journey between 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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