Maybe There's A Loving God

I'm trying to work things outI'm trying to comprehendAm I the chance resultOf some great accidentI hear a rhythm call meThe echo of a grand designI spend each night in the backyardStaring up at the stars in the skyI have another meeting todayWith my new counselorMy mom will cry and sayI don't know what to do with herShe's so unresponsiveI just cannot break throughShe spends all night in the backyardStaring up at the stars and the moonThey have a chart and a graphOf my despondencyThey want to chart a pathFor self-recoveryAnd want to know what I'm thinkingWhat motivates my moodTo spend all night in the backyardStaring up at the stars and the moonMaybe this was made for meFor lying on my back in the middle of a fieldMaybe that's a selfish thoughtOr maybe there's a loving GodMaybe I was made this wayTo think and to reason and to question and to prayAnd I have never prayed a lotBut maybe there's a loving GodMaybe this was made for meFor lying on my back in the middle of a fieldMaybe that's a selfish thoughtOr maybe there's a loving GodMaybe I was mad this wayTo think and to reason and to question and to prayAnd I have never prayed a lotBut maybe there's a loving GodAnd that may be a foolish thoughtOr maybe there is a GodAnd I have never prayed a lotBut maybe there's a loving God