tell it to the judge man
tell it to your motherless reflection
in a sock and one shoe
after the great defection
she said tell a lie sometimes
tell the truth when it suits you
when you've lost your way
tell a story
tell your story
tell it tell it tell your story
to anyone who'll listen
tell your story

don't stop talking
just tell your story walking

listing through caroll gardens
on your way to cobble hill
i stopped at a psychic's
dusty wilted windowsill
forgot what she told me mostly
but i remember one thing she said
you may slip and call some lousy f*** your friend
but in the end
you'll come out even then
you tell your story
tell it tell it tell your story
to anyone who'll listen
tell your story

don't stop talking
just tell your story walking

and it's a sorry
frightful thing
when you want to cry
but you can't keep from laughing
outside the church that's so quiet
it dares you to shout
you put a hand to your mouth
to stop the rain
you do a saint vitus' dance
through the sky you raise your voice
this is your chance
you have no choice
you tell your story
tell it tell it tell your story
to anyone who'll listen
tell your story

don't stop talking
just tell your story walking