A pale yellow morning moon   Hung over, over the workaholics on the streets of rain   And high up in a window box   Were blue borget-me-nots right here   On the northern line      Waterloo   You can hear the trains pulling out   From the world inside your room   You said if we start running   We could run forever      I can hear the trains pulling out   Ten flights up    In a tower block heaven      With half a return ticket in my pocket    And memories of all the same sad souvenirs   And the beating of the rain   In patterns of the same old pain   I shared with you   And I tried to tell it rue   But I don't hear you      Waterloo   You can hear the trains pulling out   From the world inside your room   You said if we start running   We could run forever      I can hear the trains pulling out   Hear the trains   Pulling out   Waterloo