You say the hill's
too steep to climb
Chiding
You say you'd like
to see me try
Climbing
You pick the place
and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way
just wait a while
for the right day
And as I rise above
the treeline
and the clouds
I look down hear the sound
of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot
faced the crowd smiling
Merciless the magistrate
turns 'round frowning
and who's the fool
who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above
the fearlines in his frown
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces
in the crowd
