Climb it.
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?ll 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?
No doubt, in your own way.?
And every day is the right day.
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow,
You?ll look down -
Hear the sound
Of the faces in the crowd.