Lyrics

Mm hmm.
The morning rings in softly.

At the ticket booth, he punches holes like little moons,
Counting quiet minutes, not the afternoon’s balloons.
A clerk rewrites the bus route with orange chalk and care,
So nobody’s late to nowhere, anywhere.
In the mailroom, names sit neatly in their wooden homes,
And every deliver feels like bringing someone close.
No screens are yelling, no deadlines bite,
Just older hands keeping the town light.

If your back feels tired, if your mind feels full,
This place won’t pull you, this place gets gentle, then it pulls.
Breathe in, let the fast world pass you by,
Here, even clocks know how to sigh.

Ding, ding, take your time, take your time,
Let the worry fall in line.
Ding, ding, stay real close, stay real near,
This town makes room for every year.
If the road feels long, if the days feel loud,
We’ll turn the volume down soft, proud.
Ding, ding, take your time, take your time,
Somebody keeps the light on,
All the way home.

A switchboard hums with orange coils like sleeping vines,
He listens for a lonely heart between the lines.
A printer press rolls, orange ink, a steady breath,
Making tomorrow feel less sharp than left.
Outside, an old broom sweeps the shadows off the street,
And somehow the shadows sweep back, polite and sweet.
They don’t call it work, they call it care,
They don’t call it old, they call it fair.

You don’t have to win what you can’t rename,
You don’t have to prove you still play the same.
Just hold on, hold on, let the whole town hear,
You made it through another year.

Ding, ding, take your time, take your time,
Let the worry fall in line.
Ding, ding, stay real close, stay real near,
This town makes room for every year.
If your hands feel thin, if your knees don’t sing,
This town will still give you a gentler spring.
Ding, ding, take your time, take your time,
Somebody keeps the light on,
All the way home.

I met a night watchman by a door with orange keys,
He said, at our age, peace comes in small degrees.
We don’t fix time, we simply frame the heart,
We fold the day up gently before it tears apart.
Then he shut the office door, no grand goodbye,
Just one warm lamp against the sky.

Ding, ding, take your time, take your time,
Let the worry fall in line.
Ding, ding, stay real close, stay real near,
This town makes room for every year.
If the night feels wide, if the world feels wrong,
Stay, let the quiet turn to song.
Ding, ding, take your time, take your time,
Somebody keeps the light on.

Ding, ding.
Take your time.