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!

Words and Music by David A. Gates