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]