Am
No more tears my heart is dry
C
I don't laugh and I don't cry
G
I don't think about you all the time
F
But when I do - I wonder why
Am
You have to go out of my door
C
And leave just like you did before
G
I know I said that I was sure
F
But rich men can't imagine poor
Am C
One day baby we'll be old
G
Oh baby we'll be old
F
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Am
Little me and little you
C
Kept doing all the things they do
G
They never really think it through
F
Like I can never think you're true
Am
Here I go again - the blame
C
The guilt the pain the hurt the shame
G
The founding fathers of our plane
F
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain
Am C
One day baby we'll be old
G
Oh baby we'll be old
F
And think of all the stories that we could have told