Sequel

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.