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've made don't melt the lady's heart
I'll put on the old forty-fives
And maybe the old songs'll bring back the old times
Maybe the old lives'll 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 want to stay
It's been too long since I've seen her face light up when I come home
Its been too many hours I've wasted staring at the phone
Sweet old songs I'm counting on ya 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 lives'll 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 want to stay, want to stay
Well maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away
Maybe the old songs'll bring the old times and make her want to stay
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