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 come 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 wanna stay Oh ohhh

It's been too long without, seeing her face light up

When I come home.

Been to many hours I've wasted

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 come 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 wanna stay... Oh ohhh

And make her wanna stay.