Charles Ives

He was a man who sold insurance,

He was a man who wrote a symphony,

He was a man who led two lives.

When I get thinking that I cannot do it all,

Then I remember...Charles Ives.

This is a time of great ambition,

This is a time of going after dreams,

After we've done our nine-to-fives.

When I get thinking that I cannot do it all,

Then I remember...Charles Ives.

He's the composer on the weekend,

Until Monday morn arrives.

Then he will shine his shoes and get his handshake ready as the other...Charles Ives.

All through the week he talks insurance,

Selling the public peace of mind.

And then when Friday night arrives again,

Something in him thrives again,

He's the other Ives again.

He was a man who sold insurance,

He was a man who wrote a symphony,

He was a man who led two lives.

When I get thinking that I cannot do it all,

Then I remember...

Remember...

Ives.