Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old She's been since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall her fingertips, are the same She played she could barely sit still, back in `69, When the keys made her hands look
And she built her dream around and concertos traveling the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the been reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never dream is to have lived at all Never at all
Dave's a corporate lawyer in the of chicago And for fifteen years, he's had his to the old grindstone Poured his money in the bank to the beast called portfolio Well, if time is money then success is a alone
You can look out at the skyline for some When you invest in love, the will be returned He has himself on a lifetime of spoken directness It him forty years to hear the lesson learned Has he lived at all? Never at all...
Never at all
The great american novel on top of peter's kitchen table 300 pages on a town he inside of his head He signs the cover page, uncorks the with the dusty label Pours his wife a glass, she says "baby, the bottle to bed"
At 6 am he's out fighting the on the freeway And his manuscript, has he written his own downfall? But he'll embrace rejection, he'll kiss the seal of envelope Better to live in hope than to never have at all To never at all Never at all