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 her
She's so unresponsive
I just cannot break through
She spends all night in the backyard
Staring up at the stars and the moonThey have a chart and a graph
Of my despondency
They want to chart a path
For self-recovery
And 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
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 GodMaybe 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 mad 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 may be a foolish thought
Or maybe there is a God
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there's a loving God
Songwriters
SARA GROVES, NATE SABINPublished by
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