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.