Chasing After The Wind

Tell me brother, where is the meaning
 What does man gain, from all his labor
 All the rivers run down to the ocean
 Yet the sea is never full
 What is twisted, can never be straightened
 What is lacking can never be counted
 For with wisdom, comes much sorrow
 The more that's known, the more we grieve in pain
 I was a teacher, the King of all of Israel
 I was a wise man, the wisest in the land
 I was a rich man, I built the greatest houses
 But without the hand of God, my life could have no meaning
 It's just chasing after (chasing after the wind)
 The eye will never, have enough of seeing
 The ear will never, hear enough to fill
 There is nothing, new beneath the heavens
 What has been will someday come again
 All my wisdom, all of my labor
 Are as folly, in the sight of God
 For the wise man, and the fool are not remembered
 They will die and be forgotten all the same
 You are a teacher, the lord of all the kingdom
 You are a wise man, the wisest in the land
 You are a rich man, You refuse your heart no pleasure
 But without the hand of God, Your life will have no meaning
 You're just chasing after (chasing after the wind)