I, I'm a thinking girl
Who never considered God
Never, in the sense you see
Considered him logically
So what do you do when you've whittled him down
To nothing but a stone in the barren ground?
What do you do when you've whittled him down
To nothing but a memory from your hometown?
I go wild with possibility
I go wild with my fragility
Ah, but there's something in the stone
There's something, I just know
I just know
Growing up, there's a lot of praising
A lot of singing to an empty heaven
Growing up, there's a lot of judging
Yeah, they could never get enough
So what do you do when you've whittled him down
To your way to win the White House, now he's nothing but a clown
What do you do when you've whittled him down
To your ticket into heaven with your bombs strapped down
I go wild with fury
I go wild with insecurity
Ah, but there's something in the stone
There's something, I just know
I just know
Plant a little seed in a baby, it's gonna grow, grow, grow
Plant a little seed in a baby girl, it's sure to grow, it's sure to grow
Well you plant a little seed in me
And it's growing, growing, growing like a weed
You sure did water me daily, cause fear's something I can eat
I gotta take it up
I gotta take it up
I gotta take it up
With the ones I love