After Hours

All alone and I'm singing bossa novas
It's after hours but I'm still sober
The kettle on the stove is about to boil over
And I don't think that time could move much slower
Cause it's getting old
Meanwhile all the dishes are piling up
Like denali on the scale of a teacup
All the burners on the stove are winking at me
They know that everyday something
Catches flame and is set free
But I'm so cold
What you gonna do for fun
What you gonna do
All alone sober as a stone
There's another home on the range that's out of range
But now all the eyes are flames