| Lyrics: | Maybe far away, or maybe real near by.
He may be pouring her coffee, She may be Straightning
his tie.
Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill,
She's sittin' playin' Piano, He's sittin'
payin' a bill.
Betcha they're young. Betcha they're smart,
Bet they collect things
like ashtrays and art.
Betcha there 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,
Maybe |
