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 those plans I made don't melt the lady's heart,

I'll put on the old 45's



And maybe the old songs'll 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 come through

Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away

Maybe the old songs'll bring back the old times

And make her wanna stay



It's been too long since I've seen her face light up when I come home

It's been too many hours I've wasted staring at the phone

Sweet old songs I'm counting on you to bring her back to me

I'm tired of listening alone



And maybe the old songs'll 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 come through

Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away

Maybe the old songs'll bring back the old times

And make her wanna stay