Becky's playing a by gershwin on her old piano She's playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall her fingertips, are the same She played when she could sit still, back in `69, When the keys made her hands look
And she her dream around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and playing the halls Four kids later the dreams reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never is to have never lived at all lived at all
Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of And for fifteen years, had his nose to the old grindstone his money in the bank to feed the beast called portfolio Well, if is money then success is a life alone
You can look out at the skyline for forgiveness you invest in love, the same will be returned He has prided himself on a lifetime of spoken It him forty years to hear the lesson learned Has he lived at all? Never at all...
Never at all
The great american novel sits on top of peter's kitchen 300 pages on a town he inside of his head He signs the cover page, uncorks the bottle the dusty label his wife a glass, she says "baby, bring the bottle to bed"
At 6 am he's out fighting the cars on the And fighting his manuscript, has he his own downfall? But embrace rejection, he'll kiss the seal of each envelope Better to live in than to never have lived at all To never at all Never at all