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 (repeat last verse and fade out)