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...