Your poor witness  crying so loudly on the floor   Oh well she’s only trying to tell you what it was that she saw                                                         F?7    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   4am 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