The Signalman

We had a head of steam, Coasting along

With hope and thought and feeling

And he stepped in the way, With his red flag waved

The signalman keeps us at bay

He’s ground out his own space, And put a halt on our pace

And the look in his eye, And his words don’t deny

He believes that we don’t belong

He’s marked his territory, Like a dead celebrity

And his simply held smile, And his universal style

He believes that we don’t belong

Don’t take up your position, Imply my morals askew

With your righteousness stuck, To me like glue

Don’t take your position, signalman

As anything more than it is


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