It may be far away
In heart it's real nearby
No longer making his coffee
But he is wearing a tie

It may be in a house
Up on Sparrow Springs Hill
Dust collecting on my piano
While he's out getting his fill

She ain't so young
But maybe she's smart
Does she appreciate things
Like pagan art

Betcha she's good
Why shouldn't she be
My one mistake
Was just being me

So maybe now it's time
And maybe when I awake
He'll want to come get his baby
Maybe....

Betcha he reaps
Just what he sows
Betcha he's burned up
My closet of clothes

Sure he's a prick
But he's done his time
Why should I care
He's no longer mine

Yes maybe now this prayer's
The last one of it's kind
But won't you please come get your baby
Maybe....