When the bar room is closed And the doors are all locked And the bottles upended And the watches pretend to stop And the patrons sit leaning On the edge of their chairs Speaking of flowers, Dog races and mares, And you and I clasp Together at the hand Holding on tightly to our Dreams of a foreign land Where we can sit pretty And we can be gay And hold each other tightly When the moon shatters the day. It's after hours time And the jazz is all smoky And we fall about laughing Carelessly drunk and healthy Our faces all flushed with the Kiss of the the night Miss Midnight rocks laughing To see this 3 am sight. And the glasses are clinked But not yet are smashed, And the voices are loud But we haven't yet crashed We exist in a sweet spot, We live with abandon We throw up our hands And submit to the wild And the random! And we both go a-spinning Trying to raise the dead And then when the time Comes you rest my arm On your head. After our time is empty and lost The blooms are all withered Bitten by cruel old Jack Frost I sit with the memories I lay with times olden My heart is a box From which the bottom Has fallen. I fancy I can still feel Your lips touch upon mine In one of your fate-tempting Kisses that inspired my rhymes. I see a shadow in the corner of My mind: It has the essence of You but it is not of our kind. After our time where everything Is suspended, has come and been And gone and now everything Good has gone done and ended The time after us - the After the me and the you After what we did And the 'what should we do?' After all the cups, and the Bones and the spoons After May suns, the lakes And the crying of the loons After the fights and the prickles And the shedding of tears After all the longing of those Fleeting golden years After the words both Loving and harsh, After the cruelty and the Dead month of March After the regrets and all The bad decisions After the soul wearying Constant revisions After all this, and all that's To come The hours after you Scorch me like Bathing in the center Of the sun.