Becky's playing a piece by gershwin on her old She's been since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that fall from her fingertips, are the 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 traveling the country, and playing the music halls Four kids later the dreams been to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never dream is to have never at all lived at all
Dave's a corporate lawyer in the city of And for fifteen years, he's had his to the old grindstone Poured his money in the to feed 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 himself on a lifetime of spoken directness It took him years to hear the lesson learned Has he never lived at Never at all...
lived at all
The great american sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 pages on a town he built of his head He signs the cover page, uncorks the with the dusty label Pours his wife a glass, she says "baby, bring the 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 kiss the seal of each to live in hope than to never have lived at all To never at all Never at all