It's not far

I can walk

Down the block

To tabletalk

Close my eyes

Make the pies all day



I stick a 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 great



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