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