Becky's playing a 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 when she could barely sit still, in `69, When the keys made her hands small
And she her dream around symphonies and concertos Around the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the been reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never dream is to never lived at all lived at all
Dave's a corporate in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, he's had his nose to the old Poured his in the bank to feed the beast called portfolio Well, if time is money then success is a life
You can look out at the skyline for forgiveness When you in love, the same will be returned He has prided on a lifetime of spoken directness It took him forty years to hear the lesson Has he never at all? Never at all...
lived at all
The great american novel sits on top of peter's table 300 pages on a town he built inside of his He signs the page, uncorks the bottle 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 his own downfall? But he'll rejection, he'll kiss the seal of each envelope Better to in hope than to never have lived at all To live at all Never at all