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 heats 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 is made of icing

And I wonder how mine could 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 his 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