The Magical Mystery Tour Has Taken a Twisted Turn
We may be about to drive off a cliff.
Day after day
Alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer
Subterfuge is the game. A carny act for the dim of wit.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning ‘round
Another random thought. Bring in the high wire act.
Well on the way
Head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
Step right up folks. This snake-oil really works. Guaranteed!
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
Hear and listen well. All our futures are at stake.
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning ‘round
