The king's been in his bedroom for weeks

In exile from the world, he never speaks

The queen is in the counting house, her fingers in the till

There's something happening to the castle on the hill

The jester's telling jokes to everyone

Says, "Now he's gone, well, ain't it fun"

There's whispers in the courtroom, "Is he crazy, is he ill?"

Nobody has an answer but they keep on asking still

And a friend of mine, one of the few

Has locked himself away like Howard Hughes

They're trying to replace him but they know they never will

It ain't the same without him on the castle on the hill

There's a wind of madness in the air

Since he's gone nobody seems to care

The court is disillusioned, everything is up for sale

And the castle on the hill is like a boat without a sail