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 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--      FAMILIAR      No, won't leave this habit...      Earth, fire, water air   In the open eye, familiar   You are my sacred pet, eases all my killing time   Seek with me in candlelight   Dust the cobwebs in my mind      No, won't leave this habit      Follow, sit, heal, lay   You will never stray, familiar   You can't hide, your face is blind   I call you by my side      No, won't leave this habit      Even if we take the best of each other   Even if I hate to see you own another   Even if we make the worst of each other   Even if we play a game with one another   It's familiar      Earth, fire, water, air   In the open mind, familiar   Scratch the surface, you're in too deep   Bite the hand that's feeding me      No, won't leave this habit      Even if we take the best of each other   Even if I hate to see you own another   Even if we make the worst of each other   Even if we play a game with one another   It's familiar