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