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 fools.

They don't like him.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down

And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round.