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 ' '