On the Frame

Can you hear me, Father John?

Have you lost what you believe?

What's the matter? What's the meaning

When nothing's as it seems?

Sit down at the table now

There's reason, there's reprieve

(Though you never would know it)

Even those who are yet to come

Are sharers in your grief

'Cause in a little while, when all will be over

You're going to say goodbye, go and get your closure

In a hundred years when you're just a haze on the water

And then when it clears, it's another's turn to discover

But you know they'll have to let go like you

Can you hear me, Caleb, on the morning when you came?

It was me who wrote onto the wooden door, your name

It'll last there longer than in this body I can stay

('Cause we all will be moving)

If you ever return again

Write another's on the frame

'Cause in a little while, when all will be over

You're going to say goodbye, go and get your closure

In a hundred years when you're just a haze on the water

And then when it clears, it's another's turn to discover

But you know they'll have to let go like you