[Verse] Down at the church where the old folks meet, Potluck tables with every kind of treat. Grandma’s sweet potatoes, Uncle Joe’s beans, Laughter flows easy and the air smells like dreams. [Pre-Chorus] But there’s one thing that pulls me back every time, A slice of heaven that’s all mine— [Chorus] Too much pie, I keep on saying no, But that first bite’s like a warm hello. Sweet and sticky, the kind you don’t deny, At the church basement potluck, too much pie. [Verse] Stories linger like the clock ticks slow, Old friends, new tales, and the candles glow. I’m full to the brim, but there’s a piece left behind, A little indulgence, bittersweet on my mind. [Pre-Chorus] Every forkful brings me back to that place, Where comfort and longing share the same space— [Chorus] Too much pie, I keep on saying no, But that first bite’s like a warm hello. Sweet and sticky, the kind you don’t deny, At the church basement potluck, too much pie. [Bridge] Maybe I’m chasing a feeling, not just a taste, Pieces of home that I never want to waste. The laughter, the stories, the hands that comply, Wrapped up together with too much pie. [Chorus] Too much pie, I keep on saying no, But that first bite’s like a warm hello. Sweet and sticky, the kind you don’t deny, At the church basement potluck, too much pie. [Outro] So I’ll take one more slice before I say goodbye, At the church basement potluck, too much pie.