You say the hill's too steep to climb, 
Climb it! 
You say you'd like to see me try, 
Climb it! 
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 
Go down in your own way 
And everyday is the right day 
And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown 
You look down 
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd