[Storyteller.]

I, I always thought that I knew,
I'd always have the right to
be living in the kingdom
of the good and true 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 inside this old cathedral,
just the sad, lonely spires.
How do you make it right?