Wild Strawberries Easter Morning
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
