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
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