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 we're making pies
I'm making pies, making pies

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
Jesus stares at me in my chair
With his big blue eyes and his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
From way up thеre on the wall

[Chorus]
Did I show you this picture of my sweethеart
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 can cry or die
Or just make pies all day

[Outro]
I'm making pies, making pies
I'm making pies, making pies