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Maybe the Next Time
Standin' in the phone booth and I'm
not sure what time it is but I
don't think it really matters.
It's been a while since a talked to him.
I hold my breath as the telephone starts to ring.
Will he say; "How are 'ya? How 'ya been?"
And when I ask if we can get together . . . what will he say?
What will he say?

Finally a familiar hello.
My hand tightens around the telephone.
"It's been a while my little darlin'.
I hope you're doin' well.
I hope we're still friends."
We talked for a while 'till he said;
"I gotta go.
There's someone waitin' for me.
I had to let you know."

(Refrain)
And maybe the next time
love will make it's way through.
And maybe the next time
old hearts will turn new.

No-one counts the reasons
why things change just like the seasons.
Change inside. (It's living time.)
Maybe on the horizon
there'll be someone to confide in,
someone new.
But why can't I be with you?

There's something weighing heavy in my soul.
The world seems frozen, seems so cold.
There'll be no celebration of love tonight.
This party ended a long time ago.
Guess I'll pick up all the broken pieces
and glue them back together;
back on the shelf.
Oh - ahhh . . .

(Refrain x 2)

Maybe the next time . . .
(maybe the next time)
Maybe the next time . . .
(maybe the next time)

Maybe the next time.

Miscellaneous
Maybe the Next Time