Turning It Over To

Hey God, I got questions
Maybe You got some answers
I've been feeling a little distraught
Tell me, why am I here?
And what should I wear?
And what about Shakespeare -- did he write 'em or not?
After countless revisions of doubtful decisions
I've thrown out my old point of view
All my plans found a way of going astray
So I'm turning it over to You.
I used to be taller
I used to run faster
I used to be tricky and tough
I used to believe the world could be had
If I wanted it badly enough
One day I awoke from that terrible joke
And discovered I hadn't a clue
Now I can't keep on driving this rusty old life
So I'm turning it over to You
Give the wheel to the one who knows where we're going
I'm turning it over to You