You know that song 'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'?
It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'! It's a poem. By Robert Burns.
I know it's a poem by Robert Burns. I thought it was 'If a body catch a body'.
"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around – nobody big, I mean – except me."
And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.
That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.