Maybe There's a Loving God

Oh
 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
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 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"
 Oh
 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
 And maybe that's a selfish thought
 Or maybe there's a loving God
 And maybe I was made this way
 To think and to reason and to question and to pray
 And I've never prayed a lot
 But maybe there's a loving God
 And 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
 And that maybe a foolish thought
 Or maybe there is a God
 And I have never prayed a lot
 And maybe there's a loving God