What can I say that hasn’t been said before?
What could I do that hasn’t already been done?
What could I offer to this ancient world, full of wisdom and treasures unknown?
What do I have that even matters at all?
Solomon said there is nothing new under the sun, Solomon said
Everything is meaningless, meaningless, meaningless
So if the wisest of men said that nothing matters
And everything’s already been done
Then why am I singing, why am I singing this song?
I don’t know if I have anything new to offer
I don’t know if I have anything new to say
I don’t know if this song’s already been written
But I don’t know any other way
All I know is I’ve got songs in my spirit
All I know is I’ve got words on my mind
All I know is I’ve got art in my veins
And I don’t know what else to do with my life