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