Pretty Maids All in a Row

Why do we give up our hearts to the past?
And why must we grow old so fast?

And all you wishing well fools
With your fortunes
Someone should send you a rose with
Love from a friend,
It's nice to hear from you again
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember places to go
Pretty maids all in a row .. all in a row.

Joe Walsh - The Eagles