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 sky      I 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 moon      They 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 moon      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 God      Maybe 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 God      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 God      Maybe 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 God      And 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