Day after day, alone on a hill,
Day after day, standing alone atop the hill,
The man with a foolish grin was keeping perfectly still,
Grinning foolishly, enjoying the peace all by himself,
But nobody wanted to know him,
But no one wanted to know him,
They could see that he was just a fool,
He really was just a fool,
As he never gave an answer,
He never told anyone,
But the fool on the hill saw the sun going down,
That fool watched the Sun go down,
And the eyes in his head saw the world spinning round,
The whole world swayed and spun inside his mind,
Well on the way, head in a cloud,
Living within his own fantasies,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud,
He talked loudly to himself atop the hill,
But nobody ever heard him or the sound he appeared to make and he never seemed to notice,
But no one cared,
But the fool on the hill saw the sun going down,
That fool watched the Sun go down,
And the eyes in his head saw the world spinning round,
Pondering this rapidly spinning world,
And nobody seemed to like him they could tell what he wanted to do,
No one liked him; everyone seemed to know what he was doing,
And he never showed his feelings,
He never revealed his feelings,
But the fool on the hill saw the sun going down,
That fool watched the Sun go down,
And the eyes in his head saw the world spinning round,
Pondering this rapidly spinning world,
He never listened to them He knew that they were the fools,
He never listened to them. He knew they were fools,
They didn't like him,
No one liked him,
The fool on the