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.