Man In Charge

Sometimes I take a walk Down Pioneer Road Destination lookout post Hoist my own colours On that white flag pole To let them all know The master's in residence Settle in the boss's chair Look out over the ship yard And pretend that I'm in charge Mine is the permit required To sail or dock Load or unload Board or disembark Shift that boat It spoils the view Don't park that crane there I'd rather my picture was not obscured By your crisscrossed steel beams Somebody dim those lights It's way past time You all went home Then lower the flag Walk away satisfied A days work done In however many minutes I feel allowed To dwell a man in charge Ship yard's master in his own mind