I always take the same way home: Straight up University Avenue, then right on Byres Road And at the top I turn onto Observatory, then down the lane and home I don't even think about it anymore I just start walking and twenty minutes later I'll find myself there But one night I found myself lost - I looked up and I was on Sydenham Road And I'd no idea how I'd got there I waited for a while to see if anything was going to happen; To see if I'd come there for any reason - But there was nobody about, and everything was quiet And I walked home round Kensington Gate And I forgot about it But since then more and more stuff like that has started happening More things I used to do without thinking about them Have started coming out differently And I've started spending hours doing things I've got no interest in - With no idea why I'm doing them But unable to stop I catch myself listening to bands I've always hated before Listening to their records over and over And sometimes when I'm typing A whole different bunch of words appear on the page From the ones I had in my head A few nights ago I went into Barrats to buy the newspaper I always buy - But when I got outside, I realized I'd bought something entirely different I was holding a magazine I'd never seen before Something about Science and Nature I started reading it on the way home, and there was this article in there About a wasp that lays its eggs in the body of a spider The wasp stings the spider, and a short while after the eggs have been laid The spider starts to weave a new kind of web - A kind of web it's never woven before - Without knowing why it's doing it But when the spider dies, it turns out that what it's woven Is a cocoon for the baby wasps A place for them to hatch from And they grow safely in there, while they feed on the spider's body I threw the magazine away, and made sure I took the right streets home And I tried to remember if maybe I'd been stung by that kind of wasp And I started wondering how you would get rid of something like that...