All Awful Impossible

Hey, maybe were all there is
Just a molecule away from being glad
Dear, when do you take the wheel?
'Cause you have spirits slowly sailing you mad
If we are in sequence, then all opportunity is
The engineered plans of god
But how do we let this take control
Of the way we decide to live our lives

I feel the same as yesterday
And the day before
But I am too small
To see it all

Hey, maybe we're all there is
And god is stuck somewhere in all that empty space
No one truly knows
Where to after our body goes
I dont blame all the preaching men
Who say they know
'Cause I have feelings of my own
And I dont care