The Fool On the Hill

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 sounds 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
 The fool on the hill
 Sees the sun going down
 And the eyes in his head
 See the world spinning round
 Oh