You say the hill´s too steep to climb
Climbing
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 tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound
Of the things you´ve said today
Fearlessly the Idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And who´s the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hear the sound
Of the faces in the crowd
