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 cloud the man of
a thousands 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 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 the fools
they don't like him but the fool
on the hill sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head see
the world spinning 'round
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