Prodigal Daughter

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 my particles and sweet electrons

Since you've been home

Since you've been home

See what you have, have become

Oh hungry father I have chosen

To be nourished and unspoken

Unto you I leave this talisman

Unresolved, though not unbroken

Since I've been home

Since I've been home

God what have I become

Oh, long gone

Prodigal

Where is home

My dear heart

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 my particles and sweet electrons