Itæ¯ only me the tattooed girls and the freaks Standing here lost at sea Old ideas and paper bones is all we are And all weæ£l ever be The skies as gray as an old mans hat Left behind on an empty bench The crowds are gone and weæ®e all alone tell me now Does anything here make sense CHORUS: Iæ¦ not sure exactly how I feel Iæ¦ not sure exactly how I feel Iæ¦ not sure exactly how I feel Your happiness hardly seems real Wonder Wheel, Wonder Wheel BRIDGE: Perched above this world with itæ¯ insistent tides That wash ashore skeletons of old boardwalk rides And feelings that havenæ° died The day belongs to unfinished songs I shouldæ³e sung And dreams I shouldæ³e dreamed Lost and found or left behind either way We come to be redeemed CHORUS