The Old Songs

Candles burning
Glasses are chilled and soon
Shell be by
Hope and pray
Shell say that shes willing to give us
Another try
And if all those plans Ive made
Dont melt the ladys heart
Ill put on the old 45s
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines Will sound new
Maybe shell lay her Head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings Will come through
Maybe well 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
Its been too long since Ive
Seen her face light up
When I come home
Its been too many
Hours Ive wasted staring
At the phone
Sweet old songs Im counting on you
To bring her back to me
Im tired of listening alone
And maybe the old songs
Will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines Will sound new
Maybe shell lay her Head on my shoulder
Maybe old feelings Will come through
Maybe well 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
And make her want to stay