Fearless (Live at The Roundhouse)

You say the hill's too steep to climb Chiding You say you'd like to see me try Climbing You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb the hill in my own way Wait a while for the right day As I rise above the treeline and the clouds I look down hearing the sound of the things you said today Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd Smiling Merciless, the magistrate turn's round Frowning But who's the fool who wears the crown? Go down in your own way And everyday is the right day As you rise above the fear lines in his brow You look down Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd