[pink floyd, "meddle"]   (d. gilmour / n. mason / r. waters / r. wright)      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   Nothing waits, the magistrate turns 'round, frowning   I know 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