Wonder Wheel - Josh Joplin Group

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 man’s hat

Left behind on an empty bench

The crowds are gone and we’re all alone tell me now

Does anything here make sense?

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

Perched above this world with its 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

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