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 ask her where was that actress

She said that was somebody else

And then I ask her why she look so happy now

She said: I finaly like myself. At last I like myself

So we talk all through that afternoon

Talking 'bout where we being

We talk of the tiny difference between