It's five o'clock
Driving down Park Lane
As London leaves
The weekend again
Through the dark citystreets
And the clinging rain
I take my car towards the Thames
And Waterloo
Rendez-vous, 6: 02
Rendez-vous, 6: 02
Is that a face I saw?
No, just a trick of light
It's getting clearer now
We're moving out of sight
It's cold and late
And I can't miss that train
I turn around, walk through the arch
Of Waterloo
Rendez-vous, 6: 02
Rendez-vous, 6: 02
I see that same wooded face
It backens me from the gate
Did you not know, my friend
Two years ago, watch the end
After the war
Waterloo was no more
But your ticket states
There is one train
It's leaving now
There is a place
Remember my face
And Waterloo