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"
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 come get your baby