"Old Songs, The" by 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 I 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 wanna 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 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 wanna stay