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