Sequel

Words and Music by Harry Chapin



             
So here she's 

        
actin' happy 
             
Inside her han

       
dsome home
             
And me, I'm fl

            
yin' in my tax

i, 
           
Takin' tips an

            
d gettin' ston

ed.


             
I got into tow

            
n a little ear

ly.
             
Had eight hour

            
s to kill befo

              
re the show, 
             
First I though

            
t about headin

             
g up north of 

        
the bay   
             
Then I knew wh

           
ere I had to g

         -  - 
o.


             
I thought abou

              
t taking a lim


ousine 
             
Or at least a 

      
fancy car.
             
But I ended up

           
 taking a taxi

 
             
'Cause that's 

            
how I got this

         -  - 
 far.


             
You see, ten y

              
ears ago it wa

       
s the front se

at
             
Drivin' stoned

              
 and feelin' n

   
o pain. 
             
Now here I am 

              
straight and s

 
ittin' in the 

back
             
Hitting Sixtee

           
n Parkside Lan

     -  - 
e.


(C -  - 
 -  -  -  -  - Bm7)


             
The driveway w

           
as the same as

      
 I remembered
             
And a butler c

           
ame and answer

             
ed the door.
             
He just shook 

           
his head when 

           
I asked for he


r
              
And said "She 

            
doesn't live h

     
ere anymore."


 -  - 

             
But he offered

           
 to give me th

           
e address 
              
That they were

             
 forwarding he

           
r letters to 
             
I just took it

           
 and returned 

                 
to the cabbie 
           
And said "I go

          
t one more far

       
e for you."


( -  - )

             
And so we roll

              
ed back into t

    
he city 
             
Up to a five s

             
tory old brown

stone
             
I rang the bel

              
l that had her

              
 name on the m

  
ailbox.
          
The buzzer sai

              
d somebody's h


ome.


(finger picked, not strummed)
(D7 -  -  -  -  -  )


             
And the look o

              
n her face as 

      
she opened the

 door
             
Was like an ol

              
d joke told by

     
 a friend. 
             
It'd taken ten

              
 more years bu

          
t she'd found 

her smile
            
And I watched 

            
the corners st

               
art to bend


             
And she said, 

              
"How are you H


arry? 
             
Haven't we pla

           (
yed this scene

      
             b

 ( 
efore?" 
             
I said "It's s

           
o good to see 

you, Sue 
            
Had to play it

            
 out just once

  
 more." 
           
Play it out ju

        
st once more.


 -  -  -  -  -  - 

              
She said I've 

  
heard you flyi

ng high on my 

radio
             
I answered "It

's not all it 

seems" 
              
That's when sh

     
e laughed and 

she said, "It'

s better somet

imes
            
When we don't 

            
get to touch o

     
ur dreams.'



(finger picked, not strummed)
( -  -  -  -  - ) 


              
That's when I 

             
asked her wher

             
e was that act

#
ress
             
She said "That

         (
 was somebody 

      
            el

 ( 
se"
             
And then I ask

              
ed her why she

             
 looked so hap

py now
            
She said "I fi

              
nally like mys

              
elf, at last I

         ( 
 like myself."


 -  -  -  -  -  - 

        
So we talked a

ll through tha

t afternoon 
  
Talking about 

where we'd bee

n
    
We talked of t

he tiny differ

ence 
         
Between ending

 and starting 

to begin. 


     
We talked beca

use talking te

lls you things

.
              
Like what you 

 
really are thi

nking about.
        
But sometimes 

you can't find

 what you're f

eeling
 
Till all the w

ords run out.



(E -  -  -  -  -  -  - Bm7)



             
So I asked her

           
 to come to th

           
e concert. 
           
She said "No, 

            
I work at nigh

      
t."
              
I said, "We've

           
 gotten too da

             
mn good at lea

     
ving, Sue"
            
She said, "Har

           
ry, you're rig

ht"


(finger picked, not strummed)
 -  -  -  -  -  


             
Don't ask me i

         
f I made love 

to her 
             
Or which one o

       ( 
f us started t

      ( 
o         cry 
             
Don't ask me w

              
hy she wouldn'

             
t take the mon

ey that I left

 
            
If I answered 

          
at all I'd lie

.

 -  - 
 -  -  -  -  - 

             
So I thought a

            
bout her as I 

          
sang that nigh

t
              
And how the ci

            
rcle keeps rol

              
ling around.
             
How I act as I

            
'm facing the 

            
footlights 
              
And how she's 

            
flying with bo

             
th feet on the

          -  - 
 ground


             
I guess it's a

              
 sequel to our

  
 story 
             
From the journ

              
ey 'tween heav

        
en and hell
             
With half the 

              
time thinking 

          
of what might 

have been
           
And half think

             
in' just as we

     -  - 
ll
            
I guess only t

               -  -  -  -  - 
ime will tell.