Becky's a piece by gershwin on her old piano She's been playing since her childhood, "too 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 look
And she her dream around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and playing the music Four kids later the been reduced to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never is to have never lived at all lived at all
Dave's a lawyer in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, he's had his nose to the old Poured his money in the bank to feed the beast portfolio Well, if time is money then success is a life
You can look out at the for some forgiveness When you invest in love, the same will be He has prided on a lifetime of spoken directness It took him forty to hear the lesson learned Has he never at all? lived at all...
Never at all
The great novel sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 on a town he built inside of his head He signs the cover page, uncorks the bottle with the 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 fighting his manuscript, has he his own downfall? But he'll embrace rejection, kiss the seal of each envelope Better to live in hope than to never lived at all To live at all Never at all