Peter, Paul and Mary sang "Where have all the flowers gone?" Well, I can tell them where they went: to every woman in my office but me.
Guess all those young girls pickin' em depleted the fields, leaving none for me.
On the road of life, I'm one big accident. Sometimes the accident has already taken place, and other times it's just about to happen. Either way, my life is a bumpy ride to self discovery. And sleep.