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 Rendezvous 6: 02 Rendezvous 6: 02 I saw the same hooded face He beckoned 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