Gretta's in the corner but she's miles awayMary's coaxing Adam to stare time in the faceAnd me and Joey Carpenter are listening to the naked minerTalking about the way things were before the world was greenI can run where I wantOn Easter morningRun where I dreamIt's like a grey suited businessman who's looking for the answerHis wife is complicated and his girlfriend has cancerMaybe I'm a dotted line between the clouds and Union StationMaybe I'm an open window swinging in the breezeTell me if you've ever seen the convalescent fishermanBefore I kiss you in the corner of my lifelong quarantineIf my name was Richard Nixon would you treat me with convictionIf my name was Colin Thatcher would my protest really matterBut my name is contradiction and I'm standing in your liquor storeI'm stealing from your baby boy and lying in your lanesYou know I don't care much for your chemical namesPesticide and pimozide they're all the sameAnd I've half a mind to sit you down and tell you about the holy warI've half a mind to sit you down and blow you up with metaphor