The Fool on the Hill

Day after day Alone in a hell The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfect 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 hands See the road spinning around Well on the way Hand 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 And he never seemed to know this But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his hand See the world spinning around Day after day Alone in a hell The man with the foolish green Is keeping perfect still But 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 hand See the world spinning around Well on the way Head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices Is talking perfectly loud And he never leaves to them He knows that they are the fools They don't like him But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his hand See the world spinning around