Becky's a piece by gershwin on her old piano been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the She played she could barely sit still, back in `69, When the keys made her look small
And she built her dream symphonies and concertos Around the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the dreams been reduced to "what-if" But hey, to never is to have never lived at all Never at all
a corporate lawyer in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, he's had his nose to the old Poured his money in the bank to feed the beast portfolio Well, if time is money then success is a alone
You can out at the skyline for some forgiveness When you in love, the same 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? lived at all...
Never at all
The american novel sits 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 his wife a glass, she says "baby, bring the bottle to bed"
At 6 am he's out fighting the on the freeway And fighting his manuscript, has he written his own But he'll embrace rejection, he'll the seal of each envelope Better to in hope than to never have lived at all To never at all Never at all