If a picture paints a thousand words, 
then why can’t I paint you? 
The words would 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, 
Spinning slowly down to die, 
I’d spend the end with you  
when the world was through . . . 
  
Then one by one  
the stars would all go out . . . 
Then you and I  
would simply fly away!