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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...