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Frank’ll See To It

(A Tavern Tale of the Village’s Many Faces) [Verse 1 – light, bouncy] Came to a town with a road gone slack Signpost leaned and the paint chipped black Thought it empty, not a soul in sight— ’Til a man stepped out and said, “Stay the night!” Name was Frank and he tipped his hat Slicked-back hair and a mustache flat “Need some gear? Need some ale? Need a room out back?” Then he smiled real wide—“Well, I’m your man for that.” [Chorus – catchy, tavern voices] Oh, Frank’ll see to what you lack, Front door smile and a coat out back If you need it, don’t you fret— Frank’s the man you’re gonna get! Hammer, mug, or welcome mat— Funny thing… he’s good at that Every job and every rank— Best you’ll find is always Frank! [Verse 2 – playful, faster] Needed steel so we went out back Met a brute with a forge and a hammer crack Beard full thick and his arms like oak— “Name’s Frank,” he said through the ash and smoke Then the inn had a man, bit round in the waist Pourin’ drinks with a well-worn taste Yellin’, “Wife!” to a room unseen— Same damn eyes… if you know what I mean [Chorus – louder, more chaotic] Oh, Frank’ll see to what you lack, Never mind how he doubles back Need a bed or a blade or a tankard filled— Frank’s the man with the practiced skill! Laugh it off, have another drank— Don’t think twice about old Frank Every face and every rank— Funny thing… they’re all just Frank [Verse 3 – tone starts shifting] Saw a skirt come down the stair Laugh too bright and a knowing stare Painted lips and a wig sat wrong— But the voice… well it didn’t belong Out the back where the shadows ran Saw him changing from man to man Boots half-laced and the coat half-on— Like he’d been every place all along [Bridge – slow, quiet, unsettling] Hear the kitchen? Hear that call? Only one voice through it all Pause too long… then answers come— Soft and low… but always one Step outside—feel that chill? Town stands quiet… standing still Every window, every plank— All of it held together by Frank [Verse 4 – reflective, softer] Sat him down when the night grew thin Asked him where all the folk had been He just laughed and he poured the ale— Said, “No one here ever seems to fail.” Then he paused… just a moment’s break Like a breath he forgot to take “Used to roam,” he said, “long ago… Now I stay where I’m needed most.” [Final Chorus – slower, almost reverent] Yeah, Frank’ll see to what you lack… No need now for looking back If you need it, take a seat— Frank’ll make your stay complete Hammer, hearth, and a welcome mat… Strange how one man can do all that Every face and every rank… Whole damn town… is only Frank [Outro – quiet bard voice] So if you pass where the road runs blank And you meet a man who calls himself Frank… Don’t ask questions. Don’t pull the thread. Just take the drink… And nod your head.