Sara Diamond - One Day

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

One day, baby we'll be old
One day, 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 had to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
And I know I said I wasn't sure
But rich man can't imagine poor

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

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

Little me and little you
Keep doing all the things they do
Never really think it through
Like I can never think your true

Here I go again
The blame, the guilty, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding for this over plan
The stoke that have clouds of rain

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

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

One day, baby we'll be old
One day, baby we'll be old
One day, baby we'll be old
One day, baby we'll be old
One day, baby we'll be old
One day, 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 had to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
And I know I said I wasn't sure
But rich man can't imagine poor

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

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

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

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