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

Everything I write is part of the dream inside the dream

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

Everything I write is part of the dream inside the dream