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 that hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless magistrate turns around
Frowning
And who's the fool that wears the crown?
And go down in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless magistrate turns around
Frowning
Turns around
Who wears the crown?
