Everybody's: The Buckhead Pizza Pew

Lyrics

[Intro]
I remember the slide.
The varnish worn smooth on that long wooden bench.
Not a restaurant booth.
Something else.

[Verse 1]
It wasn't exactly a cathedral.
Not on Pharr Road, in that dark, lovely cave.
Not even later, on Peachtree.
But Bill and Jan Van Buren, they knew.
They knew what they were building.
A place to gather the flock.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Buckhead Pizza Pew.
We’d kneel at your altar for a slice or two.
Our weekly communion, hot and cheesy and true.
No sermon, just the murmur of a family crew.
At Everybody’s Pizza Pew.

[Verse 2]
My brother would vanish toward the flickering lights.
The bleeps and bloops from the video game room.
We’d order the Everybody’s Favorite Salad, of course.
And wait for the sacrament to arrive.
Little League jerseys, knees stained with grass.
Soccer cleats tapping a rhythm under the table.

[Chorus]
Oh, the Buckhead Pizza Pew.
We’d kneel at your altar for a slice or two.
Our weekly communion, hot and cheesy and true.
No sermon, just the murmur of a family crew.
At Everybody’s Pizza Pew.

[Bridge]
From nineteen seventy-two, a whole generation slid into place.
Watched their own kids trace initials in the condensation on a glass.
Forty-one years of shared pies.
Until the final, quiet goodbyes in twenty-thirteen.
That wood holds the ghost of every single team.

[Outro]
A table for everybody.
A pew for us all.
Just one more slice.
Shoo-wop…