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Sequel Lyrics By Harry Chapin

    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 store 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

    Artist: Harry Chapin

    Year: 1980

    Decade: 80s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 241