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 sitting playing a bill.
Bet you they're young.
Bet you they're smart.
Bet they collect things like ash trays and art.
Bet you they're good.
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me...
So... maybe now it's time
And maybe it's when I wake
They'll be there calling me baby
Maybe...
Bet you he reads.
Bet you she sews.
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 it's kind
Won't you please, come get your baby?
Maybe...
