Oh mum he's turned into a traffic light
The traffic light that couldn't go green
Pretty light lantern, they make me mad
Wanting to move all the time
We don't understand what it's all about
People say he just ..........
They want me to be something that I'm not
Isn't it easy to see?
That he's only got two eyes in his head
Nobody's different from me
The traffic light that couldn't go green
Surely this mess is not his fault
The traffic is held up all 'round me
Maybe there's something he's missing out on
In the world he can see
If I try a different direction
Will I know the things that have gone straight through me
Will I know what I have not seen?
Will his light go green?
"Come along with me, traffic light,
I believe I can help you!"