Fool on the Hill

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 (spinning around)

Well, on the way (well, on his way), head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud (thousand voices)
But nobody ever hears him (no, he can't hear)
Or the sound he appears to make (no, he can't hear)
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 (spinning round)

And nobody seems to like him (no, he can't hear)
They can tell what he wants to do (what they can tell)
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 (spinning around)

He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
No, 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 (spinning around)

Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin

The fool on the hill sees the sun going down

Well, on his way

But nobody ever hears him (nobody)
Or the sound he appears to make (no, they can't hear)
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 (spinning around)