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
His head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Is 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
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, see the world spinning round
Spinning round