Verse: Ebm No more tears, my heart is dry Gb I don't laugh and I don't cry Db7 I don't think about you all the time B 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. Chorus: Ebm Gb One day baby, we'll be old Db7 Oh baby, we'll be old B And think of all the stories that we could have told Verse: 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 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. Chorus: Ebm Gb One day baby, we'll be old Db7 Oh baby, we'll be old B And think of all the stories that we could have told
