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 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 her 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