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