After Hours (Deluxe) - Christian Lee Hutson: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Christian Lee Hutson

After Hours (Deluxe)

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After Hours (Deluxe) was released on June 6, 2025 by Anti/Epitaph as a part of the album Paradise Pop. 10 (Deluxe)

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OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Christian Lee Hutson

Christian Lee Hutson

Vocals

Shahzad Ismaily

Shahzad Ismaily

Synthesizer

Nick Levine

Pedal Steel Guitar

Katy Kirby

Vocals

Samia Finnerty

Vocals

Odessa Rose Jorgensen

Odessa Rose Jorgensen

Violin

Melina Duterte

Trumpet

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christian Lee Hutson

Christian Lee Hutson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Phoebe Bridgers

Phoebe Bridgers

Producer

Marshall Vore

Producer

Joseph Lorge

Recording Engineer

Mike Mogis

Mixing Engineer

Pat Sullivan

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

There are billboards in heaven and 7-Elevens

And 24-hour arcade bars

A lazy river that runs between the suburbs and slums

And speed limits enforced by radar

I live by myself in a duplex for now

With a pretty good view of the pyramids

At night, I take the train home, sinking to new lows

And picture you practicing pirouettes

[Verse 2]

I miss our adventures, East Village winters

Acting out True West by lamplight

You looked like After Hours-era Catherine O'Hara

You were really on one that night

Saint Simons Island, your eyes cutting diamonds

The water was clear, almost too clear

And embarrassed in Paris to fuck on the terrace

"Who cares," you said, "They do have rules here"

[Verse 3]

There's a Diet Coke fountain, there's no good Italian

There's free shuffleboard in the main hall

Big budget productions of the lives of your loved ones

The good stuff is behind a paywall

I don't know where you've been lately 'cause I don't watch the dailies

But I imagine you back up in Lake Hill

Taking down windchimes and running through stop signs

To pick up Clementine's pain pills

[Outro]

The last talk we had, I know you weren't really mad

But it sticks in my head for some reason

And it's crazy, I know, I've got nowhere to go

But up here, I wear my seatbelt

Written by: Christian Lee Hutson

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