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 sound 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.