Lyrics:

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…..

So.....maybe 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…..