By David Gates

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 I 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 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