Letra de Quite Contrary

She is my ripe tomato
She's my carrot on a stick
I've been drunk upon her juice so long
I don't know where I am
Now show me the way home
Show me the way home
Show me the way back home
She says the cup is broken
Now she tells me it is full
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
I don't know where to go
Now show me the way home
Show me the way home
Show me the way back home
She whispers surrender
Come blind to my side
I will be on the twelve o-clock train
And I walk through the world
Stunned by beauty
I am King today
But I watch the hours
And the boxcars go by
Still I am waiting in the rain
Oh my muse
Oh my lady
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Now show me the way home
Show me the way home
Show me the way back home