Oh
I'm trying to work things out
I'm trying to comprehend
Am I the chance result
Of some great accident?I hear a rhythm call me
The echo of a grand design
I spend each night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars in the skyI have another meeting today
With my new counselor
My Mom will cry and say
"I don't know what to do with herShe's so unresponsive
I just cannot break through
She spends all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moon"Oh
They have a chart and a graph
Of my despondency
They want to chart a path
For self-recoveryAnd want to know what I'm thinking
What motivates my mood
To spend all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moonMaybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field
And maybe that's a selfish thought
Or maybe there's a loving GodAnd maybe I was made this way
To think and to reason and to question and to pray
And I've never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving GodAnd maybe this was made for me
For lying on my back in the middle of a field
Maybe that's a selfish thought
Or maybe there's a loving GodMaybe I was made this way
To think and to reason and to question and to pray
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving GodAnd that maybe a foolish thought
Or maybe there is a God
And I have never prayed a lot
And maybe there's a loving God
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