Maybe

Maybe faraway, or maybe real nearby..,

He maybe pouring her coffee,

She maybe straightening his tie…

Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill..,

She's sittin' playing pianah.

He's sitting paying a bill.

Betcha they're young,

Betcha they're smart.

Bet they collect things

Like ash trays 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 its kind.

Won't you please come and get your baby.

Maybe…

• Artist:Aileen Quinn
• Album:(1982)