A song by UK band Kaleidoscope from their last album White Faced Lady, recorded in 1970-1971, but shelved until 1991.
Standing has two parts that are split in some versions of the album. The first part is a psychedelic percussive part, with very unusual percussion riff, along with a good bass riff. The second part has organ and electric guitars as the main sounds, some interesting bass and flute. With some changes, the song is notably psychedelic, including some short jamming in the end of the song.
Diary song: The Indian Head is a short song with a woman singing like in a prey, though in some versions of the album The Indian Head is the second part of Standing, together with the woman's part. (progarchives.com)

Lyrics:
Twenty-three years standing here with one foot in the road
Man in a suit in a wheelchair, finger in the air
Wondering which way the traffic flows, nobody knows
Forty-six years standing here, one hand across the sun
Man on his knees trying to please, just succeed in a sneeze
They should be giving away guns, nobody runs
Sixty-four years laying here, head up against the wall
Girl with a phone like a black bone gets a ringing tone
Nobody's in, nobody wins, nobody wins
Who cares?

I've been in the river up to my heels
I've seen you on the lawn: I know how that feels
The Indian Head is weighing me down
I'm up to my knees, but I'm afraid I might drown
The 'halfway' station is just left of here
I've a one-way ticket to anywhere
My eyes are burning in Indian Head
The freeway is moving, but the sign is still red
The fences are down, the fields are blown dry
Connections are cut and you'd better not try
The wheels are on fire and the rivers have gone
The Indian Head has proved we're wrong
I'll tell them all about yor lawn
The night when you're petticoat got torn
And how you begged for release
And how you begged for release
Do not tie your hair in ribbons no more
Don't go to bed without opening your door
The Indian Head in a jar on your shelf
Don't give it away and do not use it yourself
The fences are down, the fields are blown dry
Connections are cut and you'd better not try
The wheels are on fire and the rivers have gone
The Indian Head has proved we're wrong
And how you begged for release
And how you begged for release