The Fool on the Hill

Day after day
Alone in a hell
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfect 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 hands
See the road spinning around

Well on the way
Hand in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Is talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seemed to know this

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his hand
See the world spinning around

Day after day
Alone in a hell
The man with the foolish green
Is keeping perfect still

But 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 hand
See the world spinning around

Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Is talking perfectly loud

And he never leaves to them
He knows that they are the fools
They don't like him

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his hand
See the world spinning around