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
