Songtexte Maybe - Piano Dreamers

Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby,
He may be pouring her coffee,
And she may be straight'ning his tie.
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill,
She's sittin' playin' piano,
And he's sittin' payin' 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 givin' 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 its kind.
Won't you please come get your
Baby?
Maybe.