Maybe
Written by Richard Barrett, sung by none other than Janis Joplin
From I got Dem ol' Kosmic blues again Mamma!


Maybe, 
Oh, if I could pray, and I try, dear,
you might come back home, home to me.
Maybe,
If I could ever hold your little hand,
Oh, you might understand.
Maybe,
maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe,
maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe,
dear, I guess I might of done somethin' wrong,
and I'd be glad to admit it.
Oh, come home to me.
Maybe,
maybe, maybe, maybe,
When I know that it just doesn't ever seem to matter, baby.
Honey, when I go out or what I'm tryin' to do,
can't you see I'm still left here,
an' I'm holdin' on in needin' you.
Please, please, please, please, 
oh, won't you reconsider, baby.
Now come on.
I said, come back,
honey, come back to me.
Maybe, dear.
Oh maybe, maybe, maybe, ah,
Let me help you.
Show me how.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Peace and Love to you, I hope this is mostly correct.
The Thinker