Lyrics:

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 sittin' playing piano
He's sittin' 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 sows
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.