Day after day, alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
Thay can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an anwer...
But the fool on the hill,
See the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the worl spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he apears to make.
And he never seems to know this...
But the fool on the hill,
See the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the worl spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him,
Thay can tell vhat he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill,
See the sun going down.
And the eyes in his head,
See the worl spinning around.