Fearless

You say the hill's too steep to climb

Try it

You say you'd like to see me try

Climb it

You pick the place and I'll choose the time

And I'll climb that hill my own way

I'll wait around for the right day

And as we rise above the treelines and the clouds

And look down

Hear the sound of the things you said today

Fearless the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling

Merciless the magistrate tied a line

Frowning

But who's the fool who wears the crown

And goes down in his own way

Where every day is the right day

And as you rise above the felines in his brow

And look down

Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd