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
and 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 one could 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 whole again.
And I wonder if he's okay.
If you see him, say hi.