The Fool on the Hill

Day after day
clone 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
cnd he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
cnd the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
cnd he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
cnd the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Day after day
clone 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
cnd he never gives an answer

But nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
cnd he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
cnd 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 he never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
cnd the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round