The Old Songs

The Old Songs - Ron Boothe

Candles burning

Glasses are chilled and soon

Shell be by

Hope and pray

Shell say that she's willing to give us

Another try

And if all those plans I've made

Don't 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 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 you

To 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 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

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