Oh lovely daughter I've mistaken for a son Rest your head upon my shoulder at once Tell me all the world you found troublesome You're my particles and sweet electrons Since you've been home Since you've been home See what you have, have become Your hungry father I have chosen To be merished and unspoken Onto you I leave this talisman Unresolved, no not unbroken Since I've been home Since I've been home God what have I become All are gone Prodigal Where it's (?) Oh, lovely daughter place your spit on my thumb That I may wipe that filthy grit from your tongue Bless your enemies and my grandsons And you are particles and sweet electrons