If a picture paints 
a thousand words, 
then why I can't 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.

(recorded by Bread) David Gates 1971