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 had 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've 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?