If a picture paints a thousand words

Then why can't I paint you?

The words will never show
The you I've come to know.
And if a face could launch a thousand ships


Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you;

You're all that's left me
too.
And when my love for life is running dry


You come and pour yourself on me.
If a man could be two places at one time

I'd be with you tomorrow and today

beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving

spinning

spinning slowly down to die

I'd spend the end with you

And when the world was through

Then one by one the stars would all go out


Then you and I would simply fly away.