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