They wrote a story about us a long time ago
It's out of print but you might still find it in an old store
It's gonna cost you a few petty dollars 'cause it's rare
And the library doesn't carry it anymore

I heard a song on the radio I hadn't heard before
I only caught the end coming home from work this afternoon
It was an oldie but a goodie and it had a familiar choice of words
And it was about me and you

But Solomon, whoa-oh-whoa, did you really say that?
Or is it only something you read somewhere?
The world's exhausted itself twice over of original things to say

So put your money on the bad songs and unoriginal poets
So much for original thinking, 'cause thinking's a bore
The world's heard everything twice
So you can hardly blame me if you've heard this before

There's nothing new
Under the sun
The ugly truth
Is still a smoking gun

And what a grandiose but humble piece of theatre we live
It's entertaining but a bit longwinded for most
I'll just keep passive-aggressively torturing her
I'm neither ready nor willing to give up the ghost

Whao-oh-whao, did you really say that?
Or is it only something you read somewhere?
The world's exhausted itself twice over of original things to say

So put your money on the bad songs and unoriginal poets
So much for original thinking, 'cause thinking's a bore
The world's heard everything, everything twice
So you can hardly blame me if you've heard this before

There's nothing new
(An easy lesson, but much deeper rooted than that)
Under the sun
(I can't forgive that two timing son of a gun)
The ugly truth
(she meant the world to me, she meant the world to me)
Is still a smoking gun
(but then again she meant the world to everyone)

Whao-oh-whao, did you really say that?
Or is it only something you read somewhere?
Because if that's the case, then I dare you to say it again with your own paper and ink

But you can't, can you now? The funny thing isn't how
You're not original, it's that you can't be
Because it's all been said before, even I'd be hardpressed to ignore
All the things that are right in front of me

There's nothing new
Under the sun
The ugly truth
Is still a smoking gun

Whao-oh-whao, did you really say that?
Or is it only something you read somewhere?
The world's exhausted itself twice over of original things to say

So put your money on the bad songs and unoriginal poets
So much for original thinking, 'cause thinking's a bore
The world's heard everything, everything twice
So you can hardly blame me if you've heard this before

There's nothing new
Under the sun
The ugly truth
Is still a smoking gun

An easy lesson, but much deeper rooted than that
I can't forgive that two timing son of a gun
She meant the world to me, she meant the world to me
But then again she meant the world to everyone