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 In My Hair,

Could I Bring You Here Is My Favorite White Bic Light,

It Can Undark Every Night And Keep It With You Close

As I Wave Your Eastbound Plane Away



Too Scared To Play 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,

If You And I Let Go With Me To Second Street And Main As We Turn Around For Praise,

I Miss Your Pretty Face



Too Scared To Play My Eyes Are Too Dilated To See Without You Here I Feel My Fear [x2]

Without You Here I Feel My Fear [x4]