If

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, 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

And when the world was through

Then one, by one, the stars would all go out

And you, and I, would simply fly away