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 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