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 playin' piano
He's sitting payin' a bill

Betcha' they're young
Betcha' they're smart
Bet they collect things like ash trays and art
Betcha' they're good
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me…

Somaybe now its 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 its kind
Won't you please, come get your baby?

Maybe…