Nothing New

I turned a page to find a way To have some fun To have some fun That second stage overt display There's nothing new Under the sun There's nothing left but a great big hole Show me some trees Come on, just one A poison gas blue blood soup bowl A war fought for Mother Nature's son There's a million stories we've never told There's a million souls in every fold Of every letter in every word On every page of the myths that you've heard I lift a thumb across the road A desert white Everything's done A green tin cap, a grey horned-toad A black and white And red Verdun There's a million stories we've never told There's a million souls we'll never hold The plot's no better, the themes: absurd An empty rage in the myths that you've heard Oh the myths that you've heard