Track 2 of the album What the Empty Rooms Remember · 2023
The Man in the Frame Is Walking Toward Me
“A photograph of my father young, walking toward me down a platform. The drums come in like a footstep.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · film score · 4:06
Lyrics
A photograph of my father young Stands on a platform, a bag half slung He's looking past the lens, and far Toward a life he'd chosen, wherever you are I'm older now than he was then I've worn his jaw, I've bought his pen And in the grain I seem to see The shape of him is walking to me Step by step across the years Through the steam and through my tears The man in the frame is walking toward me Out of the silver, out of the past Hat pulled low and the road before me Every step he takes, he takes me fast I was not born when this was taken Yet I feel the platform shake The man in the frame is walking toward me And I will meet him for his sake He never told me where he went What train he caught, what money spent But in his stride there is a plan And I am what it grew to, man Step by step across the years Through the steam and through my tears The man in the frame is walking toward me Out of the silver, out of the past Hat pulled low and the road before me Every step he takes, he takes me fast I was not born when this was taken Yet I feel the platform shake The man in the frame is walking toward me And I will meet him for his sake Hold the frame and hold the light He is stepping out of night Come on, father, come on through I have kept a place for you The man in the frame is walking toward me Out of the silver, out of the past Hat pulled low and the road before me Every step he takes, he takes me fast I was not born when this was taken Yet I feel the platform shake The man in the frame is walking toward me And I will meet him, and I will stay Walking toward me Walking toward me Home