We can try to predict the future with false expectations

Where does this road go with our time limitations

I never asked to shed light on my sealed Pandora’s box

And disrupt my well perceived healthy paradox

Won’t you give me, give me a sign

Won’t you give me, give me a sign

I have no directions for this detour of my mind

Won’t you give me a ride through the Cliff Notes

Cliff Notes of your life

Can’t go back and relive old faded photographs of strangers you don’t remember

Or claim that you never met

We’ll never get caught up, never get up to date

You won’t know all the things that make us tick or appreciate

Won’t you give me, give me a sign

Won’t you give me, give me a sign

I have no directions for this detour of my mind

Won’t you give me a ride through the Cliff Notes

Cliff Notes of your life