Day after day 
Alone on a 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 round
Well on the way 
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 
But the fool on the hill 
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head 
See the world spinning round
And 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 head 
See the world spinning round
Day after day 
Fool on the hill 
Day after day 
Fool on the hill 
Day after day 
Fool on the hill 
Day after day after day after day after day