Baker Baker

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 well

and he tells me I pushed him away, then 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

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 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 is okay

If you see him, say "hi"