Other Hours Lyrics - In Concert On Broadway - 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 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