Can i help it de Bob Crosby

You left one yesterday
you took my heart away
and now i dread each newborn day
can i help it?
can i help it?
Along each thoroughfair
while people stop and stare
i talk to you but you're not there
can i help it, sweetheart?
I try to sleep
my dreams are haunted
by a million stars that pry
how can i sleep?
your eyes look just that way
the day we said