Writer David Gates
If a picture paints a thousand words, 
Then why canґt I paint you? 
The words will never show 
The you Iґve come to know 
If a face could launch a thousand ships, 
Then where am I to go? 
Thereґs no one home but you, 
Youґre all thatґs left me too 
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, 
Iґd be with you 
Tomorrow and today, 
Beside you all the way 
If the world should stop revolving 
Spinning slowly down to die, 
Iґd 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 
If a picture paints a thousand words, 
Then why canґt I paint you? 
'Cause the words could never show 
The you Iґve come to know 
And one by one the stars will all go out, 
But you and I will simply fly away 
We'll fly away