Becky's playing a by gershwin on her old piano She's been playing 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 built her dream around symphonies and Around traveling the country, and the music halls Four kids the dreams been reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never dream is to never lived at all lived at all
Dave's a lawyer in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, had his nose to the old grindstone Poured his money in the bank to feed the beast portfolio Well, if time is then success is a life alone
You can look out at the for some forgiveness you invest in love, the same will 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? lived at all...
Never at all
The great american sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 pages on a he built 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 he's out fighting the on the freeway And his manuscript, has he written his own downfall? But he'll embrace rejection, he'll kiss the of each envelope to live in hope than to never have lived at all To never at all live at all