Rendezvous 6:02

It's 5 o'clock, driving down 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

Rendezvous 6:02

Rendezvous 6:02...

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

Rendezvous 6:02

Rendezvous 6:02...

I see that same hooded face, he beckons me from the gate

"Did you not know, my friend? Ten years ago was the end

After the war Waterloo was no more

But your ticket states there is one train, it's leaving now

And there is a place, remember my face

And Waterloo..."