It’s 5 o’clock
Driving sown Park Lane
As London leaves
For the weekend again
Through the dark city streets
In the clinging rain
I take my car
Towards the Thames
And Waterloo……
6.02 Waterloo
Was that a face I saw?
No, just a trick of light
It’s getting clearer now
But 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
I saw the same hooded face
He beckoned me from the gate
«Did you not know, my friend?