we drifted.

[burn_vinyl]

Day after day,
alone on a hill,
the man with a foolish grin is keeping perfectly still

But nobody wants to know him,
they can see that he's just a fool
as 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.

Well on the way,
head in a cloud,
the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him
or the sound he appears to make
and he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning 'round
*
And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning 'round

OhhhhOhhh round and round and round and round and round

But he never listens to them
he knows that they're the fool
They don't like him
the fool on the hill
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round.

Ohhhhh round and round and round and round
Ohhhhh
-the beatles