If

a

pic-

ture

paints

a

thou-

sand

words,

Then

why

can't

I

paint

you?

The

words

will

ne-

ver

show

the

you

I've

come

to

know.

If

a

face

could

launch

a

thou-

sand

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

run-

ning

dry,

You

come

and

pour

your-

self

on

me.

If

a

man

could

be

two

pla-

ces

at

one

time,

I'd

be

with

you.

To-

mor-

row

and

to-

day,

be-

side

you

all

the

way.

If

the

world

should

stop

re-

vol-

ving

spin-

ning

slow-

ly

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,

Then

you

and

I

would

sim-

ply

fly

a-

way