[DENNY MCCLEARY]
When it's not quite day
But it's not quite night
And especially if there has been rain

There's a gentle sway
To the dappled light
That no weather report can explain

It's a sort of glow
Neither pink nor blue
But a violet the sky hides away

And you somehow know
It was made for you:
Your reward for surviving the day

And the streetlamps turn on
As the sunlight goes dim
And the hum of the city sounds like a hymn

When the sun and the stars can't be seen
We live in between
It's The Violet Hour

Officе doors revolve
And relеase the crowds
All too eager to vanquish the cage
Neon lights dissolve
Any low-hung clouds
And the night is a great empty page

It's a trick of the light
Or of the heart
But this moment's the moment
The world can re-start

Just an hour, but everything's new
And an hour will do –
The Violet Hour
The Violet Hour
The Violet Hour