"Maybe You'll Be There" — Rube Bloom's impossible hope.
Each time I see a crowd of people
Just like a fool I stop and stare
Its really not the proper thing to do
But maybe youll be there
I go out walking after midnight
Along the lonely thoroughfare
Its not the time or place
To look for you
But maybe youll be there
You said your arms would always hold me
You said you lips were mine alone to kiss
Now after all those things you told me
How can it end like this
Someday if all my prayers are answered
Ill hear a footstep on the stair
With anxious heart
Ill hurry to the door
And maybe youll
Be there
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- Written by Rube Bloom and Sammy Gallop in 1947. The calculation that by going to enough places, you'll eventually encounter the person you're looking for — hope mathematically extended into obsession.