Baker Baker

Baking a cake

Make me a day

Make me whole again

And I wonder

What''s in a day

What''s in you cake this time



I guess you heard

He''s gone to LA

He says that beihnd my eyes I''m hiding

And he tells me I pushed him away

That my hearts 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 could taste

Maybe we could change his mind



I know you''re late

For you next parade

You came to make sure

That I''m not running

Well I ran from hime

In all kinds of ways

Guess it was his turn this time



Time thought I''d made 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