Walking Back to Waterloo Lyrics

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 )