Becky's a piece by gershwin on her old piano been playing since her childhood, "too long to recall..." But the chords that from her fingertips, are the same She played when she could barely sit still, in `69, When the keys made her hands look
And she built her around symphonies and concertos Around traveling the country, and the music halls Four kids later the dreams been to "what-if" scenarios But hey, to never dream is to never lived at all lived at all
Dave's a corporate in the city of chicago And for fifteen years, he's had his to the old grindstone Poured his money in the bank to feed the beast called Well, if time is then success is a life alone
You can out at the skyline for some forgiveness When you invest in love, the 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 american novel sits on top of peter's kitchen table 300 pages on a he built inside of his head He signs the page, uncorks the bottle with the dusty label his wife a glass, she says "baby, bring the bottle to bed"
At 6 am out fighting the cars on the freeway And fighting his manuscript, has he his own downfall? But he'll embrace rejection, he'll the seal of each envelope Better to live in hope to never have lived at all To never at all live at all