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 
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
as beaytiful as you
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 
as beaytiful as you[x2] nanana
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