Baker Baker  Baking a cake  Make me a day  Make me whole again  And I wonder  What's in a day  What's in you cake this time    I guess you heard  He's gone to LA  He says that beihnd my eyes I'm hiding  And he tells me I pushed him away  That my hearts 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 could taste  Maybe we could change his mind    I know you're late  For you next parade  You came to make sure  That I'm not running  Well I ran from hime  In all kinds of ways  Guess it was his turn this time    Time thought I'd made 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