Too much patience,
No resistance
Within shouting distance,
You can hear a blind man's bluff,
Dragging names through the mud and still biting his tongue
The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
While the rubbernecks all get their fill

Tell me, tell me a story,
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear them throwing stones

Too much hogwash,
Not enough hearsay
Always made the front page,
You could use a fine tooth com
To get a word from the wise,
Would be a welcome surprise
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the sound,
The dead air is what made me whole

Tell me, tell me a story,
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear them throwing stone,

These walls don't talk,
Even when somebody knocks,
These walls don't stand,
For anyone else but themselves,
These walls don't fall,
Even when gravity's failing us all,

Tell me, tell me a story
Tell me not to worry, or pick up the phone
So turning, turning a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear them throwing stones

Hey! Hey! HEY!