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
Making pies

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
Making pies

Making pies
Making pies