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