if a picture paints a thousand words

then why can't i paint you

the words will never show

then 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 to

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

then you and i would simply fly away