Lyrics David Pomeranz – The Old Songs
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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
And 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
It’s been too long without seeing her face light up
When I come home
Been to many hours I’ve waste 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
And 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
(Old songs, old times)
And make her wanna stay
And make her wanna stay
