In the town   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   Our subject's 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   Our subject's contemplating   And in the town, the sun goes down   No-one investigating