"Oh it don't mean a thing, honey"

What does mean a thing?

The air we breathe?

The love we share?

Those houses we build

With bare hands?

Oh the air we always

Spit back out

The love that always

Dies with a tear

These houses that fall

By flames and rock

Oh it don't ever mean a thing after that

Oh the sun must mean some…

"Oh the sun is gone honey…

Oh it don't mean a thing, honey"