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 nightgown
 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
 [Piano]
 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 song
 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