Maybe Lyrics - Harry Connick, Jr.

Maybe far away or maybe real near by 

He may be pouring her coffee 

She may be straightening his tie 

Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill 

She's sittin', playin' piano 

He's sittin', payin' 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 

So maybe now this prayer's the last one of its kind 

Won't you please come, get your baby 

Maybe