Lyrics

The clock can count.

Let it count.

It doesn’t get a vote.

I wore the good dress out tonight,

no reason, no special place.

Silver in my hair caught the light,

and I liked what time had made.

I used to walk into a room

already asking to belong.

Now I hear the first soft drum

and my body answers on its own.

No race.

No rewind.

No borrowed life behind me.

I know this step.

I know this skin.

I know where the music finds me.

The clock doesn’t get a vote.

My feet already know.

I can take it easy,

I can take it slow.

I won’t trade this face

for one I wore before.

Time can count the years,

but it doesn’t own the floor.

The clock doesn’t get a vote.

So I move.

Every line came honestly,

every one has somewhere been.

Some from laughing way too late,

some from losing, starting again.

This coat fits better than regret.

These hands have earned their sway.

I don’t need the old days back.

I brought enough of them today.

Let the shoulders loosen.

Let the good shoes slide.

There’s a little fire

that never needed to be loud.

The clock doesn’t get a vote.

My feet already know.

I don’t need permission

to let the whole thing show.

I won’t make myself smaller

just to fit somebody’s view.

There are still rooms I’ve never danced in.

There are still things I’ve never been through.

Maybe slower.

Good.

I can feel every step now.

Maybe softer.

Good.

I can hear my own heart now.

And look—

something in me

is opening anyway.

The clock doesn’t get a vote.

My heart already knows.

Turn me toward the light

and see what still can grow.

Not yesterday.

Not someday.

Right here is enough.

Time can keep the number.

I’ll keep the rhythm.

Let it count.

Let it count.

I’m dancing anyway.