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