The wands of smoke are rising
From the walls of the Bastille
And through the streets of Paris

Runs a sense of the unreal
The Kings have all departed
Their servants are nowhere

We burned out all their mansions
In the name of Robespierre
And still 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
On you sit and talk all through the night
But there's just no place to go

And 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 wonders incomplete
It speaks inside the cheap red wine

Of cafe summer nights
Its red and amber voices
Call the cars at traffic lights

Why do you wait
To see the day begin
Your 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