That ongoing story that I call my life
Is nothing but a total tangled mess.
It’s a disaster area; a no-go zone
And sometimes I feel like staying at home
It’s a random story with a spot of romance
Mixed up with elements of chance
And one way or another it’ll be soon resolved
And for my sins I hope to be absolved
The ongoing story that I call my life
is hardly a story that’s worth a read
It’s an ordinary story of an ordinary guy
Who can’t find answers to the question; why?
So let me try and make it clear to you
whatever is happening, I haven’t got a clue
I’m not the hero and I’m not the villain
And it’s quite clear to me I don’t understand women!