INSTRUCTIONS: 

1. PRESS PLAY

2. READ THE POEM WITH THE SONG PLAYING. 

3. ENJOY.

Day after day,
at the top of a hill,
She stands next to a grinning man, keeping perfectly still.
She wants nothing more than to know him,
She can see he’s more than a fool,
but she’ll never get an answer

‘Cause the fool on the hill,
with her hair a reddish brown,
And the doubt in her head,
keeps her eyes on the ground.

Maybe some day,
she’ll say something aloud,
And the one hundred thousand voices in her head will be proud.
But it’s likely she’ll never tell him,
there’s not a sound she feels she can make,
And he never seems to notice

‘Cause the fool on the hill,
with her hair a reddish brown,
And the doubt in her head,
keeps her eyes on the ground.

And she’s never spoken to him,
But it’s all she really wants to do.
She’s bound to explode with feelings,

‘Cause the fool on the hill,
with her hair a reddish brown,
And the doubt in her head,
keeps her eyes on the ground.

But everyone can see them,
they say he’s turned the girl into a fool,
and they don’t seem to like him

‘Cause the fool on the hill,
with her hair a reddish brown,
And the doubt in her head,
keeps her eyes on the ground.

I'm embarrassed, for more than just the obvious reasons. Sometimes I wonder if people read between the lines I write. I'm going to stop typing now.