The start of day
  The father thinks in sadness
  On why his daughters went away
  On youth and other madness
  
  I know we don't choose who we love
  And malice is so human
  When your principle's no good
  It's time to find a new one
  I was brought up to believe
  That to avoid disaster
  In life as in your dreams
  You've got to be the monster
  When you've done your very best
  When things turn out unpleasant
  When the best of men take bribes
  Isn't it the fool who doesn't?
  
  In the town
  By the house
  The journalist is waiting
  And near this place
  There is a space
  A subject contemplating
  
  You've got your keys to get back in
  You've washed your face so you can smile
  You've got your pockets full of lending cash
  Your ticket to the ladies mile
  You brush away a flake of zinc
  Advance toward the street outside
  You close your mind so you can't think
  The hide, the ride, the tide
  
  But the scenes come rushing in
  Like eels into your net
  And it's just like Joseph said
  Another walk you can't forget
  But you push into the bleak
  Where all the women walk in fear
  Another three-word phrase
  The near, the clear, the dear
  
  You're a lonely little girl
  Who just wants to please her dad
  So you thought you'd be a nurse
  Just like your mother had
  But you make the patients worse
  And the doctors know you're bad
  (Better get back to the oracle)
  
  The oracle in this case
  Is a message on your phone
  It says where you go
  Gravity has gone
  You know this is true
  But you want to speak of love
  Prediction and ambiguity
  Go hand in glove
  
  The oracle in this case
  Is a face on your wall
  It says where you go
  People will fall
  
  And near this place
  There is a space
  A subject contemplating
  And in the town
  The sun goes down
  No-one investigating