The Frame

I stand too close to the picture

Too close to see what's all in the frame

I stand too close and try

Try to make the most of the parts, the parts my mind can contain

The weight of it all, just a picture on the wall will break me again

So I stand here all day, and I don't walk away

I watch the little paint stay in the frame

Must be something wrong with his eyes

They stop and decide I must be blind

That ain't enough to see

They say come on stand back here

Come see the big picture from here, the view will take your breath away

At best I hope that it will

I hope that it might

But damn this chicken heart it don't work something right

So I stand here all day, and I don't walk away

I watch the little paint stay in the frame

The point ain't the frame

The point ain't the wall

The point ain't this gallery

This city, state or heaven or hell

The point of it all is back in the frame

You've written your name

I hope to find it someday

I see the clouds, I seen the rain

I see the sun shine through