Sitting around the fireplace 

With a friend who's been through it all 

Soloman, wisest one 

Tell me what you have found 

Under the sun, under the sun 

He answered 



Get over the sun 

Where life is hidden 



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 answers 



Son you'll soon be done 

A life spent on some shiny god 

Who leaves you empty