Making Pies

It's not far I can walk Down the block To TableTalk Close my eyes I just make the pies all day Plastic cap On my hair When I used to mind Now I don't care I used to mind Now I don't care Cause I'm grey Did I show you this picture of my nephew Taken at his big birthday surprise At my sister's house last Sunday Now it's Monday and I'mmaking pies I'm making pies I'm making pies I'm making pies Thursday nights I go and type Down at the church With Father Mike It gets me out And he ain't hard to like At all Jesus stares at me In my chair With his big blue eyes And his honey brown hair And he's looking at me Way up high On the wall Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart Taken of us before the war With the Greek and his Italian girl One Sunday at the shore They tied a ribbon to the fire escape It was taken by the birds Who flew home to the country As the bombs rained on the world 5am Here I am Walking the block To TableTalk I lose my eyes And just make pies all day I'm making pies I'm making pies I'm making pies I'm making pies