Sitting around the fireplace
With a friend who's been through it all
Solomon, wisest one,
Tell me what you have found under the sun
Under the sun
He answered...
Get over, get over, get over the sun
Get over, get over, get over the sun
Then he put on a somber face
Talked about how the rich man
Will waste away in the ground
Where the poor man is found
Painted up like a clown
Under the sun, under the sun
He answered...
Get over, get over, get over the sun
Get over, get over, get over the sun
Soon you'll be done
A life spent on some shiny god
Who leaves you empty
Get over, get over, get over the sun
Get over, get over, get over the sun