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......