Maybe

I've got trouble
Oh, what trouble
Something happened to me
Came home one day and I found
My sweetie wasn't around
Haven't heard
A single word
About the cause of it all
That's why I'm full of the blues
Just waiting 'round for some news

Maybe he'll write me
Maybe he'll phone me
Maybe he'll radio
Went away Monday
Here it is Sunday
Just a long week ago
I don't know
Where he went
Or what made him go
One thing I know

I'm feeling mighty worried

Maybe he's zoned some
All by his ownsome
Longing for who knows what

Maybe he's sighing
Maybe he's crying
Then again maybe not

I don't care
What he did
Or where he went
Or why he left
As long as he's only
Hurryin' back home to me

He may be a hobo
Out in Hoboken
Or some other foreign land
Maybe in Cuba
Playing the tuba
For some real jazzy band
He said he needed
Just a rest and a change
He took all my change
The rest I'll have to send him

Maybe he's trying
Airplane flying
Over the land and sea
If so I pray
That most any day
He may be dropping on me

Too clever for the West
So Fleishmann sent him East, I guess
That's why he can't always
Get a rise out of me