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
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
