Baker Baker

Here. There must be something here. There must be something here... here... <br /> <br /> <br /> Baker, baker, can you explain if truly his heart was made of icing. <br /> And I wonder how mine could taste. Maybe we could change his mind. <br /> I know you`re late for your next parade. You came to make sure that I`m not running. <br /> Well, I ran from him in all kinds of ways, guess it was his turn this time. <br /> <br /> <br /> Time. Thought I`d made friends with time. Thought we`d be flying... maybe not this time. <br /> <br /> <br /> Baker, baker, baking a cake, make me a day, make me whole again. <br /> And I wonder if he`s okay, if you see him say `hi.`