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

But 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

Oh, these days
After all the misery made
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?