Hey, she's actin' happy, inside her handsome home   And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips      I got into town a little early   Had eight hours to kill before the show   First 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 goin' in the front seat   Drivin' stoned, feelin' no pain   Now, here I am straight and sittin' in the back   Hitting 16 Park Side 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 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   Upto 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 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 now, 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"   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 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 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 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   And if I act, as I'm facing the footlights   How she's flying with both feet on the ground      Yes, I guess it's a sequel to our story   From my journey between 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