You say the hill's too steep to climb, Try 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 look down hear the sound of the things you said today Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling Emotionless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning and who's the fool who wears the crown You go down in your own way And everyday is the right day And as you rise above the fearlines in his brow You look down Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
