the story i tell

i was the harlot sitting down by the well

i was the leper who was told not to tell

i was so paralyzed

i never had moved

until 4 of my friends who wouldn't give in went and busted up the roof

i was the widow who gave up my last dime

i was the blind man with the mud in his eye

i was the woman known by too many men

and as i covered my face

he uncovered his grace

as i heard stones hit the sand

nobody knew the troubles i'd seen

nobody knew my shame

nobody knew the places i'd been

i didn't know how to change

he saw a hope that i did not see

he saw a better way

and the unbelievable thing about the story i tell

is that you don't even know my name

i was the prodigal once lost but now found

i was made sane the day the swine were all drowned

i was the thief that was hung up to die

but the son the man looked at my cross i was bearing

and decided to give me life

nobody knew the troubles i'd seen

nobody knew my shame

nobody knew the places i'd been

i didn't know how to change

he saw a hope that i did not see

he saw a better way

and the unbelievable thing about the story i tell

is that you don't even know my name

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

even knows my name

i am the homeless wandering round on your street

i live across the world with nothing to eat

i'm locked in prison with a chain on my dreams

and when you see me every day

and you look the other way

it's like a slap across my cheek

nobody knows the troubles i'd seen

nobody knows my shame

nobody knows the places i'd been

i don't know how to change

he sees a hope that i do not see

he sees a better way

and the unbelievable thing about the story i tell

is that you don't even know my name

see the unbelievable thing about the story i tell

is that you don't even know my name

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

even knows my name

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

nobody

even knows my name