Maybe

[Intro] A glorious day for Macy's Thanksgiving Parade on New York's Broadway celebrating the turkey feasting holiday, hundreds line the streets to catch a glimpse of the air filled bahemas. But many Americans have celebrated their Thanksgiving on breadlines and in soup kitchens again this year. Millions are still out of work, the jobless have become homeless and are living and shacks and shanty-towns called Hovervilles, going for our former president. No jobs, no work, no food, no homes in a nation with a population well over 100 million ... half of America has no visible means of support.

[Annie]
Maybe far away
Or maybe 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 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"...

[Annie & Orphans]
Maybe...