Walking Back to Waterloo

I wish there was another year, another time

When people sang and poems rhymed

My name could be Napoleon

A thousand ships

A windy sail, so huge and high

It's tall enough to touch the sky

It's beautiful but hard to find

But I just wasn't born in time

Walking back to Waterloo again

Where do I begin ?

In the brand new street

You can get a good seat at the end

I can dream of growing trees and things

That live and grass that's green

In meadows that have never been

But I still place my trust in the queen

What is life, when a man is pressured

Based on wrong or right?

And I don't know what it means

There must be more we haven't seen

Walking back to Waterloo again

Where do I begin?

In the brand new street

You can get a good seat at the end

Walking back to Waterloo again

Where do I begin?

In the brand new street

You can get a good seat at the end

Walking back to Waterloo again

Where do I begin?

In the brand new street

You can get a good seat at the end