Your poor witness

crying so loudly on the floor

oh but she's only trying to tell you

what it was that she saw

she is only trying to tell you

what it was that she saw

Now see her standing on the table

with her small arms flailing

and you feel such compassion

in your soul for

Your poor mute witness

still testing the strength

of our patience

oh but she's only trying to tell you

what it was that she saw

Now see her pointing to the frisbee

with a memory too fuzzy

as her silent words

describe the fright of last night

4 a.m. Norhtside, Clapham Common

who knows what she was doing there?

will she sketch the answer later?

Well, I'll ask her

"now dry your tears, my dear"

Now see her mime in time so nicely

it would all have been so clear

is only she had never volunteered

"your taxi is here, my dear