You say the hill's to steep to climb
You say you'd like to see me try
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 treelines and the clouds
I look down hearing the sounds of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Mercyless the magistrate turns round
And who's the fool who wears the crown
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fearlines in his crown
You look down hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd