Living the simple life
Stuck in your lung is a knife
Your mood has changed
It's raining cats
The faces in the underground are mad
The edges to your past are bad
Your mood has changed
It's hailing dogs
And you sing along
You sing along with us
You sing alone
It's time to trust
The winds are not as breezy
Time not to be sleazy
It's time to say goodbye
The Catcher in the Rye
Changing your simple life
Finding the loving wife
You're self-assured
Discipline's gain
His face you start to realize
Paid a large prize
You finally matured
Wisdom to your brain
And you sing along
You sing along with us
Your voice has grown
As you start to trust
The winds are not as breezy
Time not to be sleazy
Time to say goodbye
The Catcher in the Rye