Treasure Island

Charles Hancock


Maybe, Just Maybe


Maybe, just maybe
I'm thinking about you
Just out of the blue

Maybe, just maybe
I'm talking about you
Even when you're out of view

Maybe, just maybe
I'm worrying about you
It's like a case of deja vu

Maybe, just maybe
I'm dreaming about you
What a dream-wahoo!

Maybe, just maybe
You're thinking of me
Over your cup of coffee

Maybe, just maybe
You're talking about me
Even if it is a fish story

Maybe, just maybe
You're worrying about me
Don't fret, it's all hunky-dory

Maybe, just maybe
You're dreaming about me
A man of mystery

Maybe, just maybe
Love scares you
Yeah, me too

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012

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