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 [bad word] 

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.