Becky's playing a by gershwin on her old piano been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that from her fingertips, are the same She when she could barely sit still, back in `69, When the keys her hands look small
And she built her around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and the music halls Four kids later the dreams been reduced to "what-if" But hey, to dream is to have never lived at all Never at all
Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of And for fifteen years, he's had his nose to the old Poured his money in the to feed the beast called portfolio Well, if time is then 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 himself on a lifetime of spoken directness It took him forty years to the lesson learned Has he never at all? Never at all...
Never at all
The great american novel sits on top of kitchen table 300 pages on a town he built inside of his He the cover page, uncorks the bottle with the dusty label Pours his wife a glass, she says "baby, 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, kiss the seal of each envelope Better to in hope than to never have lived at all To live at all Never at all