Day after day, alone on the 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 around

Well on his way, his 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 around

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 around