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...
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings.