The wands of smoke are rising    From the walls of the Bastille    And through the streets of Paris    Runs a sense of the unreal       The Kings have all departed    There servants are nowhere    We burned out their mansions    In the name of Robespierre       And still we wait    To see the day begin    Our time is wasting in the wind    Wondering why    Wondering why, it echoes    Through the lonely palace of Versailles       Inside the midnight councils    The lamps are burning low    On you sit and talk all through the night    But there's just no place to go       And Bonaparte is coming    With his army from the south    Marat your days are numbered    And we live hand to mouth       While we wait    To see the day begin    Our time is wasting in the wind    Wondering why    Wondering why, it echoes    Through the lonely palace of Versailles       The ghost of revolution    Still prowls the Paris streets    Down all the restless centuries    It wonders incomplete       It speaks inside the cheap red wine    Of cafe summer nights    Its red and amber voices    Call the cars at traffic lights       Why do you wait    To see the day begin    Your time is wasting in the wind    Wondering why    Wondering why, it echoes    Through the lonely palace of Versailles       Wondering why, it echoes    Through the lonely palace of Versailles