Mute Witness

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 fright 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...