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



(repeat last verse and fade out