It's not far, I can walk Down the block, To tabletalk Close my eyes Make the pies all day
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
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 we're 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 there On the wall
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
5Am here I am Walking the block To tabletalk You could cry or die Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies I'm making pies I'm making pies Making pies
