You say the hill's too steep to climb
chi-i-i-iding
You say you'd like to see me try
cli-i-i-imbing
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
hearing the sound
of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
smi-i-i-iling
Merciless the magistrate turns round
fro-o-o-owning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear lines in his brow
You look down
hearing the sound
of the faces in the crowd