her window was hung like a painting

she worried it might come to life

she stared for hours

so obsessed was i

and self absorbed that i

didn't see that she was crying

there was always someone carrying cathy



there were times i would find myself saying to friends

you don't understand

she's different when it's just me and her

and i'd close the door

and i'd try to hang on

as she sank into the dark

i was over my head

there was always someone carrying cathy



we gave you everything

you could have done anything

we gave you everything

you could been anything

but to imagine a fall with no one at all to catch you

there'd always been someone...



then one night she climbed into the picture frame

out into frozen air and out of sight



woke up sad from this dream i've been having

the last couple nights or so

with her father, her brothers

we're all at the funeral

carrying a box through the rain

and somebody says,

yeah, it's always been this way

there was always someone carrying cathy