Lyrics:
Maybe faraway, or maybe real nearbyHe maybe pouring her coffeeShe maybe straightening his tieMaybe in a house, all hidden by a hillShe's sittin' playing pianahHe's sitting paying a billBetcha they're youngBetcha they're smartBet the collect things like ash trays ans artBetcha they're good why shouldn't they beTheir one mistake was giving up meSo, maybe now it's timeAnd maybe when I wakeThey'll be there calling me babyMaybeBetcha he reads, betcha she sewsMaybe she's made me a closet of clothesMaybe they're strick, as straight as a lineDon't really care as long as they're mineSo, maybe now this prayer'sThe last one of it's kindWon't you please come and get yor babyMaybe