Becky's playing a by gershwin on her old piano She's been playing since her childhood, "too to recall..." But the that fall from her fingertips, are the same She played when she could barely sit still, in `69, the keys made her hands look small
And she built her around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and the music halls Four later the dreams been reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to dream is to have 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 is money then success is a life alone
You can look out at the skyline for some When you invest in love, the will be returned He has himself on a lifetime of spoken directness It took him forty years to the lesson learned Has he never lived at Never 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 with the label Pours his wife a glass, she says "baby, bring the to bed"
At 6 am out fighting the cars on the freeway And fighting his manuscript, has he written his own But he'll 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