The Fit In the Frame

When you turn on, it's all at once, I know
I was just there on the edge of the bed
And I called you a name that you knew
One word, one syllable, you

When you show up holding the punch, you know
I have been there
And I had to get up and get into a different mood

Keeping telling you it changes
If you just wait it out

When you come down we can have lunch with Tim
We can ask him
If in all of the years, the cliff and the beach were the same
If in all of the years, the wheat and the chaff were the grain
As far as he knows, everything fits in the frame
As far as he can tell, everything fits in the frame