The Old Songs

Candles burning
Glasses are chilled
And soon, she’ll be by
Hope and pray she’ll say that she’s willing
To give us another try
And if all these plans i made
Don’t melt the lady’s heart
I’ll put on the old forty-fives
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she’ll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings will some through
Maybe we’ll start to cry
And wonder why, we ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay, oh oh
It’s been too long without
Seeing her face light up
When I come home
Been to many hours I’ve waited
Staring at the phone
Sweet old songs I’m counting on you
Bring her back to me
I’m tired of listening alone
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she’ll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings will some through
Maybe we’ll start to cry
And wonder why, we ever walked away
Maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
And make her want to stay, oh oh
And make her want to stay