Graham Nash



Liberty laughing and shaking your head

Can you carry the torch that'll bring home the dead?

To the land of their fathers whose lives you have lead

To the station at the end of the town

On the southbound train going down.



Equality quietly facing the fist

Are you angry and tired that your point has been missed?

Will you go to the back-room

And study the list

Of the gamblers using the phone

On the southbound train going down.



Fraternity failing to fight back the tears

Will it take an eternity breaking all the fears?

And what will the passenger do when he hears-

That he's already paid for the crown

On the southbound train going down.