After Hours

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 --- After Hours - Glenn Frey