Maybe Martin Charmin, Annie

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 sitting playing piano,  He’s sitting 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 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 it’s kind...
Won’t you please come get your “Baby”, Maybe