One day baby, we'll be old Oh baby, we'll be old And think of all the stories that we could have told 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 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.