The Old Songs — текст песни (Barry Manilow)

Candles burning

Glasses are chilled and soon

Shell be by

Hope and pray

Shell say that shes willing to give us



Another try

And if all those plans Ive made

Dont 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 ive

Seen her face light up

When I come home

Its been too many

Hours Ive wasted staring

At the phone

Sweet old songs Im counting on you

To bring her back to me

Im tired of listening alone



Chorus