My train pulled in to Waterloo
I found myself wishing you
Were here with me in London
Standing on the river Thames
Taking photographs of Parliament
And old Big Ben was ringing
You know it’s everything that I imagined it would be
I had no idea that it would feel this empty
Where are you tonight
While I stand here and cry
Watching double-decker buses pass me by
And to tell you the truth
It’s all that I can do
To keep from jumping a plane that’s headed home
To you
I took a stroll down Abbey Road
Tried to peak inside the studio’s
And somewhere along the way I bought you flowers
And a pocket map of the Underground
Cause You and I both know I get turned around
I’m so lost without you
Though it’s everything that I imagined it would be
I had no idea that it would feel this empty
Chorus
6 long nights and seven days I’ll cross the pond back to the states
I can’t wait
Where are you tonight while I stand here and cry
Watching all the black umbrellas pass me by
And to tell you the truth it’s all that I can do
To keep from jumping on a plane headed home
So I’m jumping on a plane headed home to you
1927 The London-New York telephone service began operating, a three-minute call costing £15 1990 The Leaning Tower of Pisa was closed to the public, as its accelerated rate of 'leaning' raised fears for the safety of its many visitors 1785 The first aerial crossing of the English Channel was made by Jean Pierre Blanchard and Dr John Jeffries, in a hot-air balloon 1925 Gerald Durrell, British author and naturalist, was born 1610 Italian astronomer Galileo discovered Jupiter's four satellites, naming them Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto
