It won't be long before your train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
It won't be long before you're leaving,
You're leaving.
And I'm jealous of your shoes, they take you step by step away from me.
I'm jealous of this railway station.
Does that make me crazy?
And my worn out love
Like the worn out strings on my favorite guitar.
And I'm all out of words to make it better.
There'll be no one to fight with now, you're leaving.
No one to believe in.
There'll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
On the doorsteps of London.
No more tender goodbyes,
No more wrong, no more right.
No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
La la la, la la la, la,
La la la, la la la, la.
I'm jealous of that dress that kisses you in places they don't see.
I'm jealous of the plane you're boarding.
And I despise the view from way up there that leaves me down below.
I can't believe you're really leaving.
Are you really leaving?
All my worn out love
Like a worn out song on an old 45.
'Cause I'm all out of words to make it better.
There'll be no one to fight with now, you're leaving.
No one to believe in.
There'll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
On the doorsteps of London.
No more tender goodbyes,
No more wrong, no more right.
No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
La la la, la la la, la.
La la la, la la la, la, singing,
La la la, la la la, la.
La la la, la la la, la.
I'm jealous of the sun in distant harbors,
'Cause it will wake you first.
I'm jealous of the road you're walking on,
The road that takes me from you.
It won't be long before her train arrives at rainy Waterloo.
It won't be long before she's leaving.
There'll be no one to fight with now, you're leaving.
No one to believe in.
There'll be no one to dry your eyes at midnight,
On the doorsteps of London.
No more tender goodbyes,
No more wrong, no more right.
No more falling asleep to the sweetest lullaby.
La la la, la la la, la.
La la la, la la la, la, singing,
La la la, la la la, la,
La la la, la la la, la.