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 co
Goodnight
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)
Car is driving through the hills all day
Mom and Dad and the kids are on a holiday
And they wanna eat
Daddy, we're hungry
We're on the road too long
We are hu-hu-hungry
We're on the road too long and we wanna eat
And Daddys says
I know a little place
Where I used to eat in my salesman days
When I was hu-hu-hungry
On the road too long
Hu-hungry
I see the little house at the end of the road
I am an eating house
I am an eating house
Once I was a famous restaurant between Utrecht and Salzburg
I wore silver and linen and on the menu I had every dream
Schnecken im Speckhemd, and things you haven't seen
I'm hungry
It's my turn to eat
I am hu-hu-hungry
I wanna grow like a man
I wanna grow like a house
I'll be a skyscraper
This is what I wanna do
I wanna be a castle
Hu-hu-hungry
Who's on my road today
Hu-hu-hungry
I'm gonna eat the car
I'm gonna eat the little kids
I am an eating house
I am an eating house