Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old She's been playing her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the She played when she barely sit still, back in `69, When the made her hands look small
And she built her dream symphonies and concertos traveling the country, and playing the music halls Four kids the dreams been reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never is to have never lived at all lived at all
Dave's a lawyer in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, had his nose to the old grindstone Poured his money in the bank to the beast called portfolio Well, if time is money success is a life alone
You can out at the skyline for some forgiveness When you invest in love, the same be returned He has prided on a lifetime 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 american sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 on a town he built inside of his head He signs the page, uncorks the bottle with the dusty 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 his own downfall? But he'll embrace rejection, he'll kiss the of each envelope Better to live in hope than to have lived at all To live at all live at all