I'm no younger, I've pushed my weight around
But I'm not the woman I thought I'd have to be by now
The first of silver petals on the rose
I thought I'd lose myself a bit, but I've never felt so close

Time, it ticks on
Laid out like a song
That you can only play once
Start to close
With some grace notes

I'm not a mother, the door I've yet to close
I thought I'd figure what I wanted, but the truth is I don't know
The strangest symptom of the lives I'm rolling out
This same body feels so different to me now

Time, it ticks on
Laid out like a song
That you can only play once
Start to close
With some grace notes

And do you ever see the credits roll
And you wonder what song is playing? Ooh
Each little change, every chord, every word a true one
I've come to terms with this of late
I dug up every flower from my graveyard, ooh
Self-preservation, it got in my way for so long

Time, it ticks on
Laid out like a song
That you can only play once
Time, it ticks on
Laid out like a song
That you can only play once
Start to close
With some grace notes