Becky's a piece by gershwin on her old piano She's playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the She played when she could sit still, back in `69, When the keys made her look small
And she her dream around symphonies and concertos traveling the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the dreams been to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never dream is to have never at all Never at all
Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of And for years, he's had his nose to the old grindstone Poured his money in the bank to feed the beast 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 same will be He has himself on a lifetime of spoken directness It took him years to hear the lesson learned Has he lived at all? Never at all...
Never at all
The great american sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 pages on a town he built inside of his He signs the cover page, uncorks the bottle with the dusty his wife a glass, she says "baby, bring the bottle to bed"
At 6 am he's out the cars on the freeway And fighting his manuscript, has he written his own But he'll embrace rejection, he'll kiss the seal of each Better to live in hope than to never have at all To live at all live at all