Gone

Gone by Jack Johnson

Look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm just like those
And what about your soul, is it cold
Is it straight from the mold, and ready to be sold

And cars and phones and diamond rings
Bling, bling, those are only removable things
And what about your mind, does it shine
Or are there things that concern you, more than your time

Gone, goin', gone, everything
Gone, give a damn
Gone, be the birds, when they don't wanna sing
Gone, people, all awkward with their things
Gone

Look at you, out to make a deal
You try to be appealing, but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you're in today
They'll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way

Are you willing to sell, anything
Gone, with your herd
Leave your footprints
We'll shame them with our words
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone

Gone, goin', gone, everything
Gone, give a damn
Gone be the birds, if they don't wanna sing
Gone, people, all awkward with their things, gone