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