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...