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