In the Other Hours
I love this song SO much!
It paints such a poignant picture of who we are, and what we feel, think, and do when we are all by ourselves.
OTHER HOURS
Song and Lyrics by:
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 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 from something,
better revealed by the night...
What are you in the other hours?
Are you queen of some abandoned throne
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.
It paints such a poignant picture of who we are, and what we feel, think, and do when we are all by ourselves.
OTHER HOURS
Song and Lyrics by:
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 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 from something,
better revealed by the night...
What are you in the other hours?
Are you queen of some abandoned throne
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.