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
But
F
when I do, I wonder why
Am
You had to go out of my door
C
And leave just like you did before
G7
I know I said that I was sure
But
F
rich men can't imagine poor
Am
One day baby, we'll be
G
old
And think of all the stories
Am
One day baby, we'll be
G
old
And think of all the stories
Am
Little me and little you
C
Kept doing all the things they do
They
G7
never really think it through
Like
F
I can never think you're true
Am
Here I go again – the blame,
the
C
guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame.
The
G7
founding fathers of our plane
that's
F
stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
Am
One day baby, we'll be
G
old
And think of all the stories
(6x)
