See where they sift on weekends
At a diner on the north-side of town
She walks the floor
Those nights until four
Serving coffee, the bar’s closed down
They start filing in at 2:30 AM They stumble and fumble about
Seems out of place
A sad smile on her face
Cause on the inside she just wants to shout
The truckers in the diner all know her by name
Say since you’ve got sober this town ain’t the same
Katharine don’t fall off that wagon
Dragging your burden around
Sooner or later its bound to get better again
It can’t get worse than it is for you now
She clocks out and walks home the long way
Stopping off at the all night five ten
Cigarettes, lottery tickets
Thinking someday my luck will come in She comes home to a messy apartment
And a tall stack of overdue bills
She opens up the medicine cabinet
Takes a hard look at new sleeping pills
Looks in the mirror
And then looks away
And then hears herself say
Katharine don’t fall of that wagon
Dragging your burden around
Sooner or later its bound to get better
It can’t get no worse for you now
Katharine is 11 months sober
She’s got sponsors and meetings and steps
She walks the line one day a time
She cries when she’s all by herself
Thinks back to 11 months prior
Waking up behind the wheel of a car
Keys in her hand
She tried but she can’t recall
Getting home from the bar
That day was a special occasion
Her only daughter was set to be wed
She talk a few shots
Got drunk and forgot
Spent the afternoon passed out in bed
Mother and daughter haven’t spoke since that day
She looks at that phone and wonders
What would I say
Katharine don’t fall of that wagon
Dragging your burden around
Sooner or later its bound to get better
It can’t get no worse for you now