Day after day, alone on a hill The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly stillBut nobody wants to know him They can see that he's just a foolAnd he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning roundWell, on the way, head in a cloud The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loudBut nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to makeAnd he never seems to notice But the fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning roundAnd nobody seems to like him They can't tell what he wants to doAnd he never shows his feelings But the fool on the hill sees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his head see the world spinning roundDay after day, fool on the hill Day after day, fool on the hillDay after day, fool on the hill Day after day after day after day after day