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]