Quit looking at the clock, it'll only bring me down

And it won't bring you here.

If I pulled out all the stops, and a little less of my hair

Could I bring you here is my favorite white bic light

It can undarken the night keep it with you close

As I wave your eastbound plane away.



Too scared to pray, my eyes are too dilated to see

Without you here, I feel my fear. [x2]

Without you here, I feel my fear.



I don't wanna rock, I wanna roll on top

Of you and not let go with me to Second Street and Main

As we tear up the place. I miss your pretty face.



Too scared to pray, my eyes are too dilated to see

Without you here, I feel my fear. [x2]

Without you here, I feel my fear.