Promises
Music & Words: Greg Gerard
McMahon Music Publishing, BMI

Long ago, in some forgotten age
When love was new for me and you
And we were all the rage 

Time it seemed would never let us down
And hope was strong as we moved on from this mid western town
And talk is cheaper now and money don’t by much
And all we have is such and such
Where did we loose our sense of touch? 

Chorus:
Well baby, little by little we begin to give up
Fine wine drippin’ from a paper cup
Talkin’ ‘bout promises, talkin’ ‘bout promises
Give a little take a lot you never got enough
Times get tough and it’s getting tougher
Keeping these tired old promises 

Glory days, and all those glory nights
Return to me is all I see when we turned out the lights
And how a dream will fade only heaven knows
Its like dying desert rose
And you just wonder where it goes

Chorus:
Well baby, little by little we begin to give up
Fine wine drippin’ from a paper cup
Talkin’ ‘bout promises, talkin’ ‘bout promises
Give a little take a lot you never got enough
Times get tough and it’s getting tougher
Keeping these tired old promises

Just for a moment can we take off the mask?
And see what we’ve become anyway
What is it baby? I thought I heard you ask
“Why can’t we be just like yesterday”?
Well, I’m here to say
 

Chorus:
Well baby, little by little we begin to give up
Fine wine drippin’ from a paper cup
Talkin’ ‘bout promises, talkin’ ‘bout promises
Give a little take a lot you never got enough
Times get tough and it’s getting tougher
Keeping these tired old promises
 

Keepin these tired old, promises
Keeping these tired, keeping these old
Keeping these promises we hold
Keeping these tired, keeping these old
Keeping these promises
 

Keeping these promises we hold
Keeping these tired keeping these old
Keeping these promises

Keeping these tired old promises

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