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Harry Chapin
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Sequel [Live]
作词:Harry F. Chapin
Here, she's actin' happy Inside her handsome home And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi Takin' tips, gettin' stoned
I got in town a little early Had eight hours to kill before the show First I 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 ago and in the front seat Drivin' stoned and feelin' no pain Now here I am straight and sittin' in the back Hitting 16 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 They were forwardin' 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 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 the door Was like an old joke told by a friend It'd taken her 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 endin' and startin' to begin
We talked 'cause talkin' tells you things Like what you really are thinkin' about But sometimes you can't find what you're feelin' 'Til 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 leavin', 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 of how the circle keeps rollin' around And of how I act as I'm facin' the footlights And how she's flyin' with both feet on the ground
Yes, 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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