No hands.
No noise.

Street cut quiet, pavement wet
Lights flicker like they placing bets
On who’s gonna fold, who stays upright
Who keeps moving without a spotlight
I used to chase noise, chase praise
Now silence feel honest in strange ways
Every win feel smaller out here
When the crowd disappear

I kept waiting for the sound
But the night don’t make one now

Streetlights don’t clap
They just stay on
They don’t care if you broke or strong
I learned how to stand
Without a song
Streetlights don’t clap
They don’t cheer
They just watch you face your year
I keep walking anyway
Yeah I keep walking anyway

No finish line taped on the road
No headline when you handle your own
Just breath in your chest, steps in time
Progress quiet, but it’s mine
I see ghosts where the crowd used to be
Echoes clapping for the old me
Had to unlearn chasing proof
Had to live it before it’s true

If nobody’s watching…
Does it still count?
Yeah.

Streetlights don’t clap (no hands)
They just stay on
They don’t ask where you from
I learned how to stand
Without a song
Streetlights don’t clap
They don’t cheer
They just mark another year
I keep walking anyway
Yeah I keep walking anyway

Some progress don’t echo.
It endures.