Am No more tears, my heart is dry C I donʼt laugh and I donʼt cry G7 I donʼt 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 canʼt imagine poor. Chorus: Am C One day baby, weʼll be old G7 Oh baby, weʼll be old F 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 youʼre true Here I go again the blame The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame The founding fathers of our plane Thatʼs stuck in heavy clouds of rain. Chorus: Am C One day baby, weʼll be old G7 Oh baby, weʼll be old F And think of all the stories that we could have told
