The Other Hours

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 with in 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 sideshow

Played to an ignorant crowd?

How are you in the other hours?

Do you pray for morning to arrive?

Do you wonder how you can stay alive?

Are you at peace in a troubled mind?

Hoping no one else would find

You're only playing dumb

'Til the other hours come

Who do you think you're fooling

Turning your face from the light?

Clearly you're turning to something

That are revealed by the night

What are you in the other hours?

Are you queen of some abandoned poem?

Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone

You're sitting there with no one to reign

You think no one sees your pain

And no one hears your drum

So the other hours come