You say the hill´s too steep to climb
Climb 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
That hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down, in the sound of the things you said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns ´round
Frowning.

And who´s the fool who wears the crown?
And go down,
in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in the crowd
You look down, in the sound of the faces in the crowd.