Easter Morning Lyrics

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