Maybe sing and play along

Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby,

he may be pouring her coffee,

she may be straight'ning his tie.

Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill,

she's sitting playing pianah, she may be straight'ning his tie.

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,

maybe. maybe.