C F Am F C F
[Verse 1]
C F C F
You say the hill's too steep to climb.....Chiding
C F C F
Dm G7 C F
You pick the place and I'll choose the time.....And I'll climb that hill, in my own way
C F C F
I’ll wait around, for the right day.....And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
G7 F C F
I look down, hear the sound of the things you said, today
[Interlude]
C F Am F C F
[Verse 2]
C F C F
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd.....Smiling
C F C F
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round.....Frowning
Dm G7 C F
But who's the fool who wears the crown.....Go down, in your own way
C F C F
Where every day, is the right day.....And as you rise above the fear lines in his brow
G7 F C F
You look down, hear the sound of the faces in, the crowd
