It抯 only me the tattooed girls and the freaks
Standing here lost at sea
Old ideas and paper bones is all we are
And all we抣l ever be
The skies as gray as an old mans hat
Left behind on an empty bench
The crowds are gone and we抮e all alone tell me now
Does anything here make sense
CHORUS: I抦 not sure exactly how I feel
I抦 not sure exactly how I feel
I抦 not sure exactly how I feel
Your happiness hardly seems real
Wonder Wheel, Wonder Wheel

BRIDGE:
Perched above this world with it抯 insistent tides
That wash ashore skeletons of old boardwalk rides
And feelings that haven抰 died

The day belongs to unfinished songs
I should抳e sung
And dreams I should抳e dreamed
Lost and found or left behind either way
We come to be redeemed

CHORUS