The Fool on the Hill

Day after day alone on the 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 around.

Well on the 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,
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 around.

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 around.