No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time

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.


One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old

And think of all the stories that we could have told

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.


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


One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old

And think of all the stories that we could have told.

One day baby, we'll be old

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


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


One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old

And think of all the stories that we could have told.