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!"