I quit lookin at the clock, it will only bring me down and it wont 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 and 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 A, 'cause we'd 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 [x4]