The Hour is Later

The bourbon never tasted so good
And your arms never held me so weak
And your eyes never darted so bleakly
As when you rose from the table to meet me
It didn't happen like you thought that it would
The song never sounded as sweet
And the words never filled you completely
And they're never ever gonna, believe me
The hour is later and I am in danger
Of missing the eight o'clock show
It's never been plainer that I am a stranger
Whose train is moving too slow
The river delivers you to
The sailor's particular brand
Of sweet and salty candy
And Hamburg's got it handy
And we were the loneliest crew
Dancing by the bratwurst stand
In woven robes of hand-me-downs
Through golden rows of shanty towns
The hour is later and I am in danger
Of missing the nine o'clock show
The world is a stage and I feel like my age
And I'm watching the evening glow
So, I got to Montparnasse
For the hour of departure at last
But it went from bad to ghastly
When the second train got past me
And now I see my face in the glass
I'm sitting in second class
Thinking what disaster is
And what I should do after this
The hour is later and I am in danger
Of missing the ten o'clock show
And now that I did I just feel like a kid
And the moon is starting to glow