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 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 spining
slow~ly 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.