CHAPIN, Harry & Sandy
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Taxi
    
      
    
      
    It was raining hard in 'Frisco 
    
      
    I needed one more fare to make my night 
    
      
    A lady up ahead waved to flag me down 
    
      
    She got in at the light 
    
      
    
      
    "Oh, where you going to, my lady blue?
    
      
    It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain."
    
      
    She just looked out the window; she said 
    
      
    "Sixteen Parkside Lane." 
    
      
    
      
    Something about her was familiar 
    
      
    I could swear I'd seen her face before 
    
      
    But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken." 
    
      
    And she didn't say anything more 
    
      
    
      
    It took a while, but she looked in the mirror 
    
      
    Then she glanced at the license for my name 
    
      
    A smile seemed to come to her slowly 
    
      
    It was a sad smile, just the same 
    
      
    
      
    And she said, "How are you Harry?" 
    
      
    I said, "How are you Sue? 
    
      
    Through the too many miles and the too little smiles 
    
      
    I still remember you." 
    
      
    
      
    It was somewhere in a fairy tale 
    
      
    I used to take her home in my car 
    
      
    We learned about love in the back of the Dodge 
    
      
    The lesson hadn't gone too far 
    
      
    
      
    You see, she was gonna be an actress 
    
      
    And I was gonna learn to fly 
    
      
    She took off to find the footlights 
    
      
    I took off to find the sky 
    
      
    
      
    Oh, I've got something inside me 
    
      
    To drive a princess blind 
    
      
    There's a wild-man wizard
    
      
    He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind 
    
      
    
      
    Oh, I've got something inside me 
    
      
    Not what my life's about 
    
      
    'Cause I've been letting my outside tide me 
    
      
    Over 'til my time runs out . . .
    
      
    
      
    . . . Baby's so high that she's skying 
    
      
    Yes she's flying, afraid to fall 
    
      
    I'll tell you why baby's crying 
    
      
    'Cause she's dying, aren't we all . . .
    
      
    
      
    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 
    
      
    
      
    And she walked away in silence 
    
      
    It's strange, how you never know 
    
      
    But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for 
    
      
    Such a long, long time ago 
    
      
    
      
    You see, she was gonna be an actress 
    
      
    And I was gonna learn to fly 
    
      
    She took off to find the footlights 
    
      
    I took off for the sky 
    
      
    
      
    And here, she's acting happy 
    
      
    Inside her handsome home 
    
      
    And me, I'm flying in my taxi 
    
      
    Taking tips, and getting stoned
    
      
    
      
    I go flying so high . . . when I'm stoned
    
      
    
      
    
      
    Cat’s in the Cradle
    
      
    
      
    A child arrived just the other day,
  
He came to the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay,
He learned to walk while I was away.
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
    I know I'm gonna be like you."
    
      
    
      
    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
  
Little Boy Blue and The Man In The Moon.
"When ya comin' home, Dad?"
"I don't know when, we'll get together then,
    Ya know we'll have a good time then."
    
      
    
      
    My son turned ten just the other day,
  
He said "Thanks for the ball Dad. Come let's play.
Can ya teach me to throw? " I said, "Not today,
I got a lot to do." He said "That's okay."
And then, he walked away but his smile never dimmed.
He said "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
    Ya know I'm gonna be like him."
    
      
    
      
    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, …..
    
      
    
      
    Well he came from college just the other day,
  
So much like a man, I just had to say,
"Son I'm proud of you. Can ya sit for a while?"
He shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.
    See ya later; can I have them please? "
    
      
    
      
    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, …..
    
      
    
      
    I've long since retired; my son's moved away.
  
I called him up just the other day.
I said, "I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to Dad, if I can find the time.
You see, my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,
But it's sure nice talking to you Dad,
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
    He'd grown up just like; my boy was just like me.
    
      
    
      
    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,
    
      
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