Hey... Look over there... Apple pies upon the window, Cooling in the morning sun. Outside an old hospice building, Waiting there for anyone. Nobody claims who baked them, Nobody leaves a note. Just cinnamon in the air And hope that's somehow afloat. Who's gonna take That very first slice? Who's gonna smile And roll the dice? Everybody's watching... Nobody moves. Apple pies On the window... What could possibly go wrong? Maybe laughter, Maybe strangers Turning into friends by song. One small bite, One bright morning, Makes the whole old world belong. Apple pies On the window... Come on, sing along! An old man raises up his coffee, Like he's making one more toast. A nurse starts dancing down the hallway, With the shyest little ghost. Even the birds stop arguing, Landing where the sweet scent goes. Funny how a simple pie Can bloom like a wild rose. Maybe nothing changes... Maybe everything will. Sometimes kindness Finds a doorway Where no one thought it will. Apple pies On the window... Look at what they're starting now! Smiles are growing, Voices rising, No one even wonders how. Share a slice, Share tomorrow, That's the only rule somehow. Apple pies On the window... Take a bow! Hey... What could possibly go wrong? Hey... What could possibly go wrong?
