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