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 to 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 is through,
Then one by one the stars will all go out,
and you and I would simply fly away