Travelling the world from side to side 

From Pocket Mountain to the Apple?s eye 

Like a misanthrope on Halloween I?m hiding 

Under a tapestry of stone hung from the sky 



But in all the ocean?s blur, the planes and taxis 

And the places I have been and left behind 



Nothing?s to me as beautiful as you 

And how we?d be, if I could say it too 

Nothing?s to me as beautiful, as beautiful, as beautiful as you 



From a one horse town where we played over 50 songs 

To an English rose and a Nova Scotian girl 

And when the sun came up we all found the meaning 

If I could read my writing I could tell you now 



I?m looking down Manhattan to the lady 

And casting streetlight shadows in a cloud of rising steam 



I miss you girl like I miss the skyline of my own hometown 

And I love you like I love the familiar feeling of being homeward bound 



From an eagle hitching ice on down the Hudson 

Through an early morning mist out on the bay 



Nothing?s to me as beautiful as you 

Nothing?s for free, I know they say that too 

Nothing?s to me as beautiful, as beautiful, as beautiful as you