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