ANNIE   Maybe far away or maybe real nearby   He may be pouring her coffee   She may be straighting 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 its kind   Won't you please come get your baby      Maybe