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 his turn this time
Time
Thought I`d make friends with time
Thought we`d be flying
Maybe not this time