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