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 L.A. 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 mine could taste Maybe we could change his mind I know your late for your next parade You came to make sure that I'm not running Well I ran from him in all kinds of way Guess it was his turn this time Time Thought I'd made friends with time