Walking Back To Waterloo
I wish there was another year, another timeWhen 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 dreamOf growing trees and things that liveAnd grass that's greenIn meadows that have never been.But I still place my trust in the Queen.
What is lifeWhen a man is pressuredBased 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.