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
Where life is hidden”
And 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