I always thought that I knew
I’d always have the right to
Be living in the kingdom of the good and [bad word] and so on
But now I think I was wrong
And you were laughing along
And now I look a fool for thinking you were on my side

Is it any wonder I’m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?

Sometimes it’s hard to know where I stand
It’s hard to know where I am
Well maybe it’s a puzzle I don’t understand
Sometimes I get the feeling that I’m
Stranded in the wrong time
Where love is just a lyric in a children’s rhyme, a soundbite

Is it any wonder I’m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?
Oh these days!
After all the misery made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

Nothing left beside this old cathedral
Just the sad lonely spires
How do you make it right?
Oh but you try

Is it any wonder I’m tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don’t know what’s right?
Oh these days!
After all the misery made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?