Tom: F#
Intro: Am C G7 F
Am
No more tears, my heart is dry
C
I don't laugh and I don't cry
G7
I don't think about you all the time
F
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.
Refrao:
Am C
One day baby, we'll be old
G7
Oh baby, we'll be old
F
And think of all the stories that we could have told
Am C G7 F
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
Am C G7 F
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.
Refrao:
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told.
