Maybe far away
Or maybe real near by
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sitting playing piano
He's paying a bill
Bet'ch ya they're young
Bet'ch ya they're smart
Bet they collect things
Like ash trays and art
Bet'ch ya they're good
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake,
Was giving up me.
So maybe now it's time
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me baby
Bet'ch ya he reads
Bet'ch ya she sowes
Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes
Maybe they're strict
As straight as a line
Don't really care
As long as they're mine
So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of its kind
Won't you please come get your baby