Reckoning Song

No more tears, my heart is dry
I dont laugh and I dont cry
I dont 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 cant imagine poor.

One day baby, well be old
Oh baby, well 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 youre true

Here I go again – the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
Thats stuck in heavy clouds of rain.

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