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 made friends with time
though we’d be flying
maybe not this time
baker baking
baking a cake
make me a day
make me whole again
and i wonder
if he’s okay
if you see him say ‘hi’