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 [bad word] 
 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

 [bad word] 

 Six 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 [bad word] 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