After Hours

The neon sign, the neon sign, the neon sign,
The neon sign keeps buzzing low.
The crowd is gone, the lights are low.
The neon sign keeps buzzing low.
The crowd is gone, the lights are low.
I'm still here with my regret and every drink I haven't had yet.
The DJ packed his records up,
But I'm still trying to fill this cup.
After hours, after all, I'm still waiting for the fall.