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 L.A.

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 her 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