Baker Baker, baking a cake,
I guess you heard he's gone to L.A.
Here,
Baker Baker can you explain
I know you're late for your next parade,
Time,
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.
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
there must be something here
there must be something here
here
if truly his heart was made of icing
and I wonder how mine could taste,
maybe we could change his mind
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.
thought I'd made friends with time.
Thought we'd be flying high,
maybe not this time
make me a day, make me whole again
and I wonder if he's okay,
if you see him say hi .
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