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