If a picture paints a thousand words,
then why I can't paint you?
The words will never show 
the you I've come to know.

If a face could launce 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.
Tommorrow 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