Sequel lyrics

Artist  : Harry Chapin 
Song : Sequel



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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.