Becky's playing a piece by on her old piano been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the that fall from her fingertips, are the same She when she could barely sit still, back in `69, When the keys made her hands look
And she built her dream symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and playing the music Four kids the dreams been reduced 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 of chicago And for years, he's had his nose to the old grindstone Poured his money in the bank to feed the called portfolio Well, if time is then success is a life alone
You can look out at the skyline for some When you invest in love, the same will be He has prided himself on a of spoken directness It took him forty years to hear the lesson Has he lived at all? Never at all...
Never at all
The great novel sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 on a town he built inside of his head He signs the cover page, uncorks the bottle with the label Pours his wife a glass, she "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, kiss the seal of each envelope to live in hope than to never have lived at all To never at all live at all