Catcher in the Rye

See here now, boy, my heart will ache
Regardless of the path I take
Women will choose to hurtle stones
And my mind will always dwell alone
Like a catcher in the rye
I fret with my time
Like borderlines fine
Press one to survive
Reposition and slide
Watch as my gaze transfixes on the foreign sun
Look to collect and conquer all it is that I have won
Hoping to leave you breathless
But I might be out of luck
Like a catcher in the rye
I fret with my time
Like borderlines fine
Press one to survive
Reposition and slide
Like a catcher in the rye
Until I find my need to decide