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