Your poor witness 
Crying so loudly on the floor 
Oh, well, 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 mute witness 
Still testing the strength 
Of our patience 
Oh, well 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 pointing to the frisbee 
With a memory so fuzzy 

And her silent words 
Describing the sight of last night 
4 A.M. Northside, Clapham Common 
Oh, god, what was she doing there ? 
Will she sketch the answer later ? 
Well, I will ask her 

";Now dry your tears, my dear"; 
Now see her mime in time so nicely 
It would all have been so clear 
If only she had never volunteered 
";Your taxi is here, my dear";
La, la, la-la...