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.
