Maybe far away Or maybe real nearby He may be pouring her coffee She may be straighting his tie! Maybe in a house All hidden by a hill She's sitting playing piano, 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"