Fresh Pies

Fresh pies in the middle of summer Tied up in a ribbon and covered Everybody is sipping and running Got eyes for the good looking life But look around, the pie's on the ground now Ribbon cut or it's stolen off the window sill Oh my pass the bottle cause it's never right Like I hope for, why do I hope for? Blue skies in the middle of summer Eyes up and I'm living uncovered Everybody is sipping and running Got eyes for the good looking life But look around, the sky turned the light down Too bright, sunshine ain't a daffodil Oh my pass the bottle cause it's never right Like I hope for, why do I hope for? Fine wine in the middle of summer Timeout on being uncovered Everybody is sipping and running Got eyes for the good looking life But look around, all of it is half-drowned Ribbon cut, sunshine ain't a daffodil Oh my pass the bottle cause it's never right Like I hope for, why do I hope for?