Lyrics

Shhh.
Morning remembers.

There’s no rush on the corner now,
No young shoes chasing time.
The doors still open just the same,
They open slower, kind.
Hands that shake still know the way
To set the chair, to start the day.
And every task, done calm and true,
Feels like something worth staying to do.

Nobody’s racing the morning light,
Nobody’s keeping score.
Around here, getting older just means
You know what matters more.

Still here, still here,
Morning after morning.

Still here, still here,
Keeping time from falling.

If the road feels long, if the years feel worn,
This unusual town says, still here, carry on.

Still here, still here,
Someone keeps the light on.

The bus still rolls, it hums instead,
The cook still stirs, but lets it rest.
A woman counts the afternoon
Like loose change pressed against her chest.
No one’s trying to beat the day,
They just make sure it shows up kind.
And if something’s worn, they mend it twice
Before they ever call it time.

They don’t call it work, they call it care.
They don’t call it old, they call it fair.
If you listen close between the sounds,
You’ll hear how staying makes a town.

Still here, still here,
Morning after morning.

Still here, still here,
Keeping time from falling.

If your hands feel tired, if your voice feels thin,
This town will slow the world and let you in.

Still here, still here,
Someone keeps the light on.

I asked a man with silver hair,
Don’t you miss the faster years?
He smiled like he’d already been there,
Said speed’s not what keeps us here.
The world don’t need us young or new,
It just needs us staying true.
If you’ve got one good thing you still can do,
That’s more than enough to see it through.

Still here, still here,
That little light, warm and low.

Still here, still here,
Let the slow things go.

If the night feels wide, if the world feels wrong,
This unusual town will hum you home.

Still here, still here,
Someone stays,
Keeping the light on.

Still here.

Mm.
The light stays.
So do you.