Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
And 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 thousand voices talking perfectly loud,
And 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 the 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 know that they're fools
They don't like him the fools on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round