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 a 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 the fool. 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.
