Andrea McArdle - Maybe lyrics

Maybe far away Or maybe real nearby He may be pouring her coffee She may be straightening his tie Maybe in a house All hidden by a hill She's sittin' playing piano He's sittin' 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 sows 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