"Maybe" from "Annie"

Maybe far away,
Or may be real nearby,
He may be pouring her coffee,
She may be straight'ning his tie.
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill,
She's sitting 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 get your baby,
Maybe.