Girl I meet at the baker's shop
No Saturday morning unleashes the daily week's stress
Until she wipes my worries away
And puts my troubled mind to a rest
Girl I meet at the baker's shop
My desire and expectations for her to appear
Are as Godspeed
For an ambulance chaser just like me
Girl I used to meet at the baker's shop
In those few encounters I find my trust
And when I put myself to sleep
With the prospect of getting lost in the depts of her archieved thougts
I still hope tomorrow I wake up
As a memory she'd like to keep