[Verse 1]
Hill up the road
Gathering thoughts
Never adding the way I want them
Sweet Jesus
Show me through the Indian paintbrush
Faith was
[Chorus]
Cursed upon me
A mustard seed
Was good enough for him
And good enough to me
[Verse 2]
Or after all
Will I shake my magic 8 ball
It's bubbling
And the brisk walking heartbeat won't tire me
It keeps me strong
Faith was
[Chorus]
Cursed upon me
A mustard seed
Was good enough for him
And good enough to me
Pillar of salt, shaker of black
k**er of thought, turning my back
Believe you were wrong and said they would laugh and I'm trying to be humble about it
I like the rain, I like going against the grain
Seems to me I'm cutting out a simple pattern
She was weak
Hill up the road
Watching my thoughts chase each other
Sweet Jesus
Show me the faith cursed upon me
She walked away