[ Featuring The Empty Pockets ]
The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille
Through the streets of Paris
Runs a sense of the unreal
The Kings have all departed
Their servants are nowhere
We burned out their mansions
In the name of Robespierre
Oh, we wait to see the day begin
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Inside the midnight councils
The lamps are burning low
Oh, you sit and talk all through the night
There's just no place to go
Bonaparte is coming
With his army from the south
Marat, your days are numbered
And we live hand to mouth
While we wait to see the day begin
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
The ghost of revolution
Still prowls the Paris streets
Down all the restless centuries
It purpose, incomplete
Speaks inside the cheap red wine
Of cafe summer nights
It's red and amber voices
Call the cars at traffic lights
Why do you wait to see the day begin
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
Wondering why, it echoes
Through the lonely palace of Versailles
