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 sitting playing piano
He's sitting 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 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"
Won't you please come get your "baby"
Maybe
