It's been too long since I've Seen her face light up... When I come home. It's been too many hours I've wasted, staring at the phone. Sweet old songs, I'm countin' on ya; To bring her back to me - I'm tired of wasting 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 she'll 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.