Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie.
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's sittin' playing piano
He's sittin' paying a bill.
Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart.
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays and art.
Betcha 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
...maybe.
Betcha he reads
Betcha she sows
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?
Maybe.