When Pick 'Em Pie Is Callin'

When pick 'em pie is callin' I feel it in my bones.

Train tracks hummin' somewhere Pullin' me from home You're foldin' up

the coffee cups Stackin' them away I'm starin' at the doorway With nothin' left

to say When pick 'em pie is callin', I can't turn it down

The wind keeps writin' my name on the edge of this town You hold onto

my jacket like you could hold me here But when pick 'em pie is

callin' I disappear Suitcase on the sofa Tag with your

address You tuck a little letter Deep into my vest