It's 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'll ever be The skies as gray as an old mans hat Left behind on an empty bench The crowds are gone and we're all alone tell me now Does anything here make sense CHORUS: I'm not sure exactly how I feel I'm not sure exactly how I feel I'm not sure exactly how I feel Your happiness hardly seems real Wonder Wheel, Wonder Wheel BRIDGE: Perched above this world with it's insistent tides That wash ashore skeletons of old boardwalk rides And feelings that haven't died The day belongs to unfinished songs I should've sung And dreams I should've dreamed Lost and found or left behind either way We come to be redeemed CHORUS