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Sequel

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Hey, she's actin' happy, inside her handsome home

And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tipsI 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 goI thought about taking a Limousine

Or at least a fancy car

I ended up taking a taxi

'Cause that's how I got this farIt 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 laneThe 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 homeAnd 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 bendAnd 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

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 outSo 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 lieSo 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 groundYes, 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 wellI guess only time will tell

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