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!