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 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 within your walls? Are you undressed with no place 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 So 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 to the light Clearly you're turning to something That is revealed to 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 Thinking no one sees your pain No one sees your drum 'Til the other hours come 'Til the other hours come 'Til the other hours come