After Hours - Glenn Frey

Look at all the tables standing still

The smoke has settled from the air

Everyone was laughing, finding romance

Now there’s only empty chairs

People used to dance here after hours

Wrapped around each other in a song

Every now and then, so very long ago

Doesn’t really seem so long

Driving up at midnight, ladies dressed in fur

When I see the quiet street, I always think of her

Not the way she is now, but the way that she was then

Sometimes you can’t go back again

Driving up at midnight, ladies dressed in fur

When I drive these rainy streets, I always think of her

Not the way she is now, but the way that she was then

Sometimes you can’t go back again