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