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
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 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
And you, and I, would simply fly away
