Now sometimes words can serve me well Sometimes words can go to hell For all that they do. And for every dream that took me high There's been a dream… - Harry Chapin

Now sometimes words can serve me well
Sometimes words can go to hell
For all that they do

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 and half thinkin' just as well. I guess only time will tell.

There was not much more for us to talk about, Whatever we had once was gone. So I turned my cab into the driveway, Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns. And she said we must get together, But I knew it'd never be arranged. And she handed me twenty dollars, For a two fifty fare, she said "Harry, keep the change." Well another man might have been angry, And another man might have been hurt, But another man never would have let her go... I stashed the bill in my shirt.

You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind.