If a (A)pic ture paints a thou sand words, then why can’t I paint (Bm7)you?

The words will nev er show

the you I’ve come to know.

If a (A)face could launch a thou sand ships,

then (A9)where am I to go?

There’s no one home but you;

you’re all that’s left me (E7)too.

And when

my love

for life is run ning (D6)dry,

you (C#)come

and pour

your (Bm7)self

on (E7)me.

If a (A)man could be two plac es at one time, I’d be with (Bm7)you

to mor row and to day,

be side you all the way.

If the (A)world should stop re volv ing, spin ning (A9)slow ly down to die,

I’d spend the end with you;

and when the world was (E7)through,

then one

by one

the stars would all go (D6)out.

Then (C#)you

and I

would (Bm7)self

on (E7)me.

If a (Bm7)sim

ply (D)fly

a (A)way.