Caught Nothing In The Rye
Tripping on the wind so you have another gin
In the meadow by the road where you're trying to fit in
'Mongst the feathers and the Hawthorne, wishing that you weren't born
Leaving all the people that you've been
Walking through the crowd in a neon-wicker shroud
Remembering you're dead in the life that you have found
Doctor of the canteen, random-ass routine
Round, round, get around, you get around
Where do I lie? I caught nothing in the rye
Now there won't be time. Alright?
You wanna be a card sharp smiling at the dealer
In Veruca Salt, giving it Seether
Or even Dee, shoot yourself on TV
All, or nothing, or neither
These steps lead down to the bottom of the windfarm
The radio tells you what it takes to remain calm
Stepping off a cliff, the roof of the lift saves you life
Though it's broken both your arms
Where do I lie? I caught nothing in the rye
Now there won't be time. Alright?
Would you like to come and play by the river in the rain?
A picturesque memory for people on the train
As it charges through the marsh, you never knew a harsher rule
For the lovers of the game
Ending of the pier, you have come without fear
You're the dreariest offspring of a gun 'round here
But you don't throw fits when the water hits
The world's own blanket-ful of tears
Where do I lie? I caught nothing in the rye
Now there won't be time. Alright?
In the meadow by the road where you're trying to fit in
'Mongst the feathers and the Hawthorne, wishing that you weren't born
Leaving all the people that you've been
Walking through the crowd in a neon-wicker shroud
Remembering you're dead in the life that you have found
Doctor of the canteen, random-ass routine
Round, round, get around, you get around
Where do I lie? I caught nothing in the rye
Now there won't be time. Alright?
You wanna be a card sharp smiling at the dealer
In Veruca Salt, giving it Seether
Or even Dee, shoot yourself on TV
All, or nothing, or neither
These steps lead down to the bottom of the windfarm
The radio tells you what it takes to remain calm
Stepping off a cliff, the roof of the lift saves you life
Though it's broken both your arms
Where do I lie? I caught nothing in the rye
Now there won't be time. Alright?
Would you like to come and play by the river in the rain?
A picturesque memory for people on the train
As it charges through the marsh, you never knew a harsher rule
For the lovers of the game
Ending of the pier, you have come without fear
You're the dreariest offspring of a gun 'round here
But you don't throw fits when the water hits
The world's own blanket-ful of tears
Where do I lie? I caught nothing in the rye
Now there won't be time. Alright?
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Jackson, Adam Collins
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