I could see life as it was once
I wouldn't be such a dunce
Like him or her or you
And my head would be filling
With knowledge of death and killing
If I only had a clue.

I'd be busy with receiving
New memories, and grieving
That life is so untrue.
With the angst I'd be bearing
It's a wonder that I'm daring
To wish that I had a clue.

Oh, I'd be sure to try
To save each little babe
(Especially the cute little ones named Gabe)
And then I'd try to save some more!

I would not have an assignment
Living life in confinement
Without knowledge of "blue"
Or of any other color
For my life would be unduller
If I only had a clue.