In the townThe start of dayThe father thinks in sadnessOn why his daughters went awayOn youth and other madnessI know we don't choose who we loveAnd malice is so humanWhen your principle's no goodIt's time to find a new oneI was brought up to believeThat to avoid disasterIn life as in your dreamsYou've got to be the monsterWhen you've done your very bestWhen things turn out unpleasantWhen the best of men take bribesIsn't it the fool who doesn't?In the townBy the houseThe journalist is waitingAnd near this placeThere is a spaceA subject contemplatingYou've got your keys to get back inYou've washed your face so you can smileYou've got your pockets full of lending cashYour ticket to the ladies mileYou brush away a flake of zincAdvance toward the street outsideYou close your mind so you can't thinkThe hide, the ride, the tideBut the scenes come rushing inLike eels into your netAnd it's just like Joseph saidAnother walk you can't forgetBut you push into the bleakWhere all the women walk in fearAnother three-word phraseThe near, the clear, the dearYou're a lonely little girlWho just wants to please her dadSo you thought you'd be a nurseJust like your mother hadBut you make the patients worseAnd the doctors know you're bad(Better get back to the oracle)The oracle in this caseIs a message on your phoneIt says where you goGravity has goneYou know this is trueBut you want to speak of lovePrediction and ambiguityGo hand in gloveThe oracle in this caseIs a face on your wallIt says where you goPeople will fallAnd near this placeThere is a spaceA subject contemplatingAnd in the townThe sun goes downNo-one investigating