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