The Fool on the Hill

Day after day

Alone on the hill

The man with the foolish grin

Is keeping perfectly still

Nobody wants to know him

They can see that he's just a fool

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 around

Well on his way

His head in a cloud

The man of a thousand voices

Talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him

Or the sound he appears to make

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 around

Nobody seems to like him

They can tell what he wants to do

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 around