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 whittle him down
To nothin' but a stone in the barren groud?
What do you do when you whittle him down
To nothin' but a memory from your home town?
I go wild…. With possibility
I go wild …. With my fragility
But there's something in the stone
There's something… I just know… I just know
Growing up… there was a lot of praising
A lot of singing to an empty heaven
Growing up… there was a lot of judging
Yeah they could never get enough
So what do you do when you whittle him down
To a way to win the white house now he's nothing but a clown
what do you do when you whittle him down
to your ticket into heaven with your bombs strapped down
I go wild… with fury
I go wild… with insecurity
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
They 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
