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So here she's actin' happy, inside her handsome home

And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, taking tips and

gettin' stoned

I got into town a little early

Had eight hours to kill before the show

First I though 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 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 brown stone

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 seem."

That's when she laughed and she said,

"It's better sometimes, when we don't get to touch our dreams."

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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."

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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 ?cause talking tells you things

Like what you are really thinking about

But sometimes you can't find what you're feeling

?Til 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 to damn good at leaving, Sue."

She said, ? Harry, your 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' 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 been

And half thinkin' just as well

I guess only time will tell

Enjoy all...