Kidneythieves
11. Mustard Seed

 Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way I want them
 Sweet Jesus show me through the Indian [bad word] 
 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 its 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--