Making Pies

[Verse 1]

It's not far, I can walk

Down the block to Table Talk

Close my eyes

Make the pies all day

[Verse 2]

Plastic cap on my hair

I used to mind, now I don't care

I used to mind, now I don't care

'Cause I'm gray

[Chorus]

Did I show you this picture of my nephew

Taken at his big birthday surprise

At my sister's house last Sunday?

This is Monday and I'm making pies

I'm making pies, making pies

[Verse 3]

Thursday nights I go and type

Down the church for Father Mike

It gets me out

And he ain't hard to like at all

[Verse 4]

Jesus stares at me in my chair

With his big blue eyes and his honey brown hair

He's looking at me

From way up there on the wall

[Chorus]

Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart

Taken of us before the war?

Of the Greek and his Italian girl

One Sunday at the shore

We tied our ribbons to the fire escape

They were taken by the birds

Who flew home to the country

As the bombs rained on the world

[Verse 5]

5:00 a.m., here I am

Walking the block to Table Talk

You could cry or die

Or just make pies all day

[Outro]

I'm making pies, making pies

I'm making pies, making pies