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