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 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