Baker baker

Baking a cake

Make me a day

Make me whole again

And I wonder

What's in a day

What's in your cake this time

I guess you heard he's

Gone to LA

He says that behind

My eyes I'm hiding

And he tells me

I pushed him away

That my heart's been hard to find

Here

There must be something here

There must be something here

Here



Baker baker

Can you explain

If truly his heart

Was made of icing

And I wonder

How mine would taste

Maybe we could change his mind

I know you're late

For your next parade

You came to make sure

That I'm not running

Well I ran from him

In all kinds of ways

Guess it was his turn this time



Time

Thought I'd make friends with time

Thought we'd be flying

Maybe not this time



Baker baker

Baking a cake

Make me a day

Make me whole again

And I wonder

If he's ok

If you see him

Say hi