- Harry Chapin Sequel 歌詞
- 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-story 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 words 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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