[Verse]
He keeps his belongings in perfect little piles
Defines his existence with monetary files
And curses missing buttons, the smallest little stain
And won't ally with sickness or feel the saddest pain

He's invested, with retirement in sight
With dreams of owning boat and ship that only sails at night
Shuffles through his day-to-day in perfect monotone
Blissfully unaware of a life he's never known

[Chorus]
Until, he sees her
He cries, "Oh, I am undone"
He finally found something new under the sun

[Verse]
He awakens in the morning now, forty years are gone
Breathing in her absence in the bed he sleeps alone
And sets out two coffee cups with pomp and circumstance
A ritual he still observes, an absentminded dance
He lifts his glass to her picture hanging on the wall
Swears he still hears her voice coming down the hall
He walks in the garden, tells her of his day
He picks a flower for her and continues on his way
[Chorus]
Until, he sees her
He cries, "Oh, I am undone"
She was the only thing new under the sun

She was the only thing new under the sun