When all is said and done. We're not the only ones. Who look at life this way. That's what the old folk's say. But every time I'd see them. Makes me wish I had a gun. If I thought that I was crazy. Well I guess I'd have more fun. Guess I'd have more fun. Ooh the Catcher in the Rye again. Ooh won't let you get away from his gun. It's just another day like today. You decide. If I don't have to. Then they'll find. And I won't ask you. At anytime. Or long thereafter. If it's cold outside. And I'll be wrapped. Up in to me. Oh oh. Not at all (repeat). (Solo). Ooh the Catcher in the Rye again. Ooh won't let ya get away from his gun. It's just another day like today. When all is said and done. We're not the only ones. Who look at life this way. That's what the young folk's say. As if they'd ever change. As time went by the same. But every time I'd see them. Makes me wish I had a gun. If I thought that I was crazy. Well I guess I'd have more fun. It's what used to be's not there for me. I'm off to find someone that belongs insane like I do. Not at all (repeat). On an ordinary day. Not in an ordinary way. All at once this song I heard. No longer would it play for anybody. Or anyone. That needed comfort from somebody. Needed comfort from someone who cared. To be. Not like you. And unlike me. And then the boy took that away. From me. So that it set the wheels in motion. To alter our memories. You were the instrument. You were the one. How a body took the body. Gave that boy a gun. You took our innocence. Beyond our stance. Sometimes we own will. There we got it. All alone and I can tell you... oh oh...