Other Hours - Harry Connick Jr.
Who are you in the other hours When your hair's undone and your guard's let down When you're all alone in your all-night gown Are you the life of the party then Sitting by yourself, again Where are you in the other hours Are you in a secret place that calls When you're by yourself within your walls Are you undressed with someplace to go Off to catch your private show Why do you greet the morning Draping your heart in a shroud Why must your life be a side show Played to an ignorant crowd How are you in the other hours Do you pray for the morning to arrive Do you wonder how you can stay alive Are you at peace in a troubled mind Hoping no one else will fine You're only playing dumb "Till the other hours come Who do you think you're fooling Turing your face from the light Clearly, you're turning from something Better revealed by the night What are you in the other hours Are you queen of song abandon poem Thinking how our crown of jewels had shown You're sitting there with no one to rein You think no one sees your pain And no one hears your drum So the other hours come
Artist: Harry Connick Jr.
Title: Other Hours