I love these after hours
When noam comes to town
Our ship should sail tomorrow
We’ll make it back in time
Oh i’d do it in a heartbeat
Thought you’d understand
‘cause they con’ have to pry it
From my cold dead hands
Oh i’d do it in a heartbeat
Thought you’d understand
‘cause they con’ have to pry it
From my cold dead hands
Go ‘head and wipe away  
those sorrows
This town is yours and mine
I love these after hours
When noam comes to town
Our ship should sail tomorrow
We’ll make it back in time