Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Well on the way
Head in a cloud,
The man of thousand voices talking perfectly loud,
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
He never listens to them
He knows that they're fools
They don't like him.
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round