I caught her on a frequency that shouldn't still exist
Somewhere between the static and the dark
Been three years since the funeral, and still
Her voice comes through clearer than it ever did on the porch

She's on the keeper's frequency, tuning through the dead air
She's on the keeper's frequency, she was always there
She's on the keeper's frequency, I just had to learn to listen
Past the static, past the distance

You think I left because the box went in the ground.
I left the way the coal leaves the match — still burning, just relocated.
Listen wider. I never once stopped talking.

So I keep the radio on past the static now
I leave a chair out even when it's just me
Some folks say I'm talking to a memory somehow
I say memory's just a frequency

She's on the keeper's frequency, tuning through the dead air
She's on the keeper's frequency, she was always there
She's on the keeper's frequency, I just had to learn to listen
Past the static, past the distance