Every time, Katie, I dream of your bed
I wake up with aches I never knew before
Every time, Katie, we stir up the dead
I want you just a little bit more
Thought I heard you say my name
Thought I heard it faintly
Every time, Katie, I'm hanging by a thread
Which seems to be quite often lately
Every time, Katie, I drive to your house
I get lost in your neighborhood
Every time, Katie, the fire gets doused
I run off to gather more wood
Sometimes I think that there's no point
In wondering what could be
Every time, Katie, you wear that blouse
Hanging fruit on a poisonous tree
Please don't tell me it's not going to happen
Please don't tell me to believe in fate
(I'm not trying to tell you anything)
(But sometimes all is lost the moment you hesitate)
Every time, Katie, I look in your eyes
I feel the slithering cold worm of doubt
Every time, Katie, we're about to try
I feel paralyzed throughout
Everything loose becomes magnetized
Everything light feels weighty
Every time, Katie, the path opens up
Why must we fill it with debris?
Every time, Katie, I rise up to the world
I face its inscrutable will
Every time, Katie, your white flag unfurls
My kicking heart momentarily stills
But then I see it's not a flag
Just a sheet on a clothesline flailing
Every time, Katie, the milk's about to spoil
I wonder why the hell are we waiting