Gretta's in the corner but she's miles away

Mary's coaxing Adam to stare time in the face

And me and Joey Carpenter are listening to the naked miner

Talking about the way things were before the world was green

I can run where I want

On Easter morning

Run where I dream

It's like a grey suited businessman who's looking for the answer

His wife is complicated and his girlfriend has cancer

Maybe I'm a dotted line between the clouds and Union Station

Maybe I'm an open window swinging in the breeze

Tell me if you've ever seen the convalescent fisherman

Before I kiss you in the corner of my lifelong quarantine

If my name was Richard Nixon would you treat me with conviction

If my name was Colin Thatcher would my protest really matter

But my name is contradiction and I'm standing in your liquor store

I'm stealing from your baby boy and lying in your lanes

You know I don't care much for your chemical names

Pesticide and pimozide they're all the same

And I've half a mind to sit you down and tell you about the holy war

I've half a mind to sit you down and blow you up with metaphor