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