Travelling the world from side to sidenFrom Pocket Mountain to the Apple's EyenLike a misanthrope on Halloween I'm hidingnUnder a tapestry of stone hung from the skynnBut in all the ocean's blur, the planes and taxisnAnd the places I have been and left behindnnNothing's to me as beautiful as younAnd how we'd be, if I could say it toonNothing's to me as beautiful, as beautiful, as beautiful as younnFrom a one horse town where we played over 50 songsnTo an English rose and a Nova Scotian girlnAnd when the sun came up all we found was the meaningnIf I could read my writing I could tell you nownnI'm looking down Manhattan to the ladynAnd casting streetlight shadows in a cloud of rising steamnnI miss you girl like I miss the skyline of my own hometownnAnd I love you like I love the familiar feeling of being homeward boundnnFrom an eagle hitching ice down the HudsonnThrough an early morning mist on the baynnNothing's to me as beautiful as younNothing's for free, I know they say that toonNothing's to me as beautiful, as beautiful, as beautiful as you