"Mustard Seed" Lyrics

Hill up the road, gathering thoughts
Never adding the way I want them
Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian paintbrush
Faith was

Cursed upon me
A mustard seed was good enough for him
And good enough to me

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

Cursed upon me
A mustard seed was good enough for him
And good enough to me

Pillar of salt, shaker of black
Killer 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