Maybe Songtext
von Andrea McArdle

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.