Words and music by Casey Keele

Every morning I wake up about five minutes too soon
And I look outside hoping for a change of view
But every day it looks the same it’s like staring through a picture frame
And every night I pray that something out there will change

But the worst part is not feeling any different than I did the day before
Oh I just can’t stand not seeing anything different than I looked at the day before

And we all know what’s in store Here in Baker
Cause all we’ve got is an oversized thermometer
And all we’ve got is overpriced goods
And all we’ve got are memories of how we wished it was
And all we need new is a reason to live
Here in Baker

A sea of brown, a sky of blue, a jet black freeway running through
I am jealous of its purpose and direction
This town has been around since
Nineteen Thirty-Two
And there’s still nothing to do

But the worst part is not feeling any different than I did the day before
Oh I just can’t stand not seeing any different than I looked at the day before

And I thought that love was more than just
Tourists driving through on a Friday afternoon
and I wish they wouldn’t leave so soon
cause we’ve got our oasis of fast food and gas stations
And they don’t really need much
But I’ve been wanting so much
Though I’ve never really known much else
But something inside me tells me I need something else

Then what I’ve found in Baker

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