I am 'the fool on the hill'

Day after day, 'alone' on this hill

This poor man with a foolish grin

and keeping perfectly still

Nobody needs to know me

It is obvious I'm a fool

Don't know the answers

But this fool on the hill

Sees the sun going down

The Andes in his head

and the world spinning round

Well on the way

Head in the clouds

This man with the silent voices

Trying to get the right sounds

Hopefully nobody never hears me

Or the sound I'm trying to make

Expecting no one will ever notice

That this fool on the hill

See the world going down

And his eyes full of tears

See the world spinning round...

And of course, nobody will care

They are too busy to stop and stare

And nobody shows their feelings

But this fool on the hill

Loves them all, doesn't matter

if they are fool or if they are ill

And sees the beautiful sun rising

And hopes comes back with a smiling...

The real fool on this hill...