I'm gonna to catch me a ride
On the subway car,
That's heading for the Old North Star
And leave my troubles
Stranded on the mainland

I'm gonna crown the god of night
With light,
And pull myself clean outta sight
And turn the phony world
I live to sand

I would gladly sail away and
Never mind a word you say
They're just the figments
Of your imagination

Cast your riddles at my head
About the way I must be fed
Upon your rules
And schools of institutions

Why Lord why
Were the mountains built so high?
And the shores of the Sea
Sometimes get lonely?

Why Lord why
Must I learn to testify?
When all I want to be
Is just a catcher in the rye?

It's hard to dream
Within a scheme
That says your soul can't be redeemed
And Silent Night is heard
Outside my window

Days are long
And ways are short
And night to left
With no resort except to
Listen to the lonesome wind blow

Why Lord why
Were the mountains built so high?
And the shores of the Sea
Sometimes get lonely?

Why Lord why
Must I learn to testify
When all I want to be
Is just a catcher in the rye?

If you can't sing the fine ink
Of the rules set for the game
They'll throw you in a school of restitution
They'll look you in the eye
And grin and say

I'd like to be a friend
And wear a sign that
Long live execution

Why Lord why
Were the mountains built so high?
And the shores of the Sea
Sometimes get lonely?

Why Lord why
Must I learn to testify
When all I want to be
Is just a catcher in the rye?