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 Too scared to pray my eyes are too dilated to see Without you here, I feel my fear 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 Too scared to pray my eyes are too dilated to see Without you here, I feel my fear Without you here, I feel my fear Without you here, I feel my fear Without you here, I feel my fear