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