Patty Griffin Lyrics

4. Making Pies

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

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