Intro: Am C G7 F

Am
No more tears, my heart is dry
C
 I don't laugh and I don't cry
G7
 I don't think about you all the time
F
 But when I do I wonder why

You have to go out of my door
 And leave just like you did before
 I know I said that I was sure
 But rich men can't imagine poor.

Refrao:

Am                     C
One day baby, we'll be old
                   G7
 Oh baby, we'll be old
                              F
 And think of all the stories that we could have told

Am   C   G7   F
Little me and little you
 Kept doing all the things they do
 They never really think it through
 Like I can never think you're true

Am   C   G7   F
Here I go again the blame
 The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
 The founding fathers of our plane
 That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.

Refrao:
One day baby, we'll be old
 Oh baby, we'll be old
 And think of all the stories that we could have told.