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