Day after day, alone on the hill, The man with the foolish grin is perfectly still. But nobody wants to know Thay can see that he's just a fool. And he gives an anwer...
But the fool on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his See the worl spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud, The man a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him, Or the sound he apears to make. And he seems to know this...
the fool on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.
And nobody seems like him, Thay 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 in his head, See the worl spinning around.