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 fingertipsare the same

She played when she could barely sit stillback in `69

When the keys made her hands look small



And she built her dream around symphonies and concertos

Around traveling the countryand playing the music halls

Four kids later the dreams been reduced to "what-if" scenarios

But heyto 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 yearshe's had his nose to the old grindstone

Poured his money in the bank to feed the beast called portfolio

Wellif time is money then success is a life alone



You can look out at the skyline for some forgiveness

When you invest in lovethe 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 pageuncorks the bottle with the dusty label

Pours his wife a glassshe says "babybring the bottle to bed"



At 6 am he's out fighting the cars on the freeway

And fighting his manuscripthas he written his own downfall? 

But he'll embrace rejectionhe'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