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