I’m standing in a field, a question on my lips

Life’s been hard lately, I want to know the meaning of things

I’ve never believed in a higher power

But I have believed in tempting fate

So maybe my presence here alone will change things

That’s arrogant to think,

But I call out to the skies anyways

Then I wait and listen intently, the stars providing the light

They look quite like an open road scattered with street lamps

On any given night

And I sit, for hours maybe, led by a blind hope,

But the world is silent

I think I have my answer

So I’ll never ask the question that only silence knows