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...

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?

These days, after all the misery you made,

Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?

Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?