And the hail falls hard And the wind whips my face And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe And the storm clouds are flying high Mud all over my face And I'm a long, long way from my resting place -Bruce Hornsby
If martians landed in my backyard and said, "You, there! We have come to destroy the human race. However, if you can provide us with just one reason as to why your race should live, we will spare your planet," I think I would say...