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 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