Nothing is new under the sun

Nothing is new neath the sun,
nothing is new.
Days are as they were,
nothing is changing.

And just me,
the stupid silly me,
is waiting to something to change.
Wait for a leaf to fall down,
waiting for new neath the sun.
And now all I have to do,
is just be true.

Nothing is new neath the sun,
nothing is new.
Days are as they were,
nothing is changing.

It has been quiet quiet around here,
people have no fear.
Suddenly I have nothing to tell.

And just me,
the stupid silly me,
is waiting to something to change.
Wait for a leaf to fall down,
waiting for new neath the sun.
And now all I have to do,
is just be true.