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 diamonds rings, bling bling
Those are only removable things
And what about your mind, does it shine?
Or are those things concerned you, more then you time?
Gone going, gone everything, gone give a damn
Gone, be the birds, when they don´t want to 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
What about those shoes you´re in today, they´ll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way, oh...
You willing to sell anything, gone with your hurt
Leave your footprints, we´ll shame them with our words
Gone people, all careless and consumed, gone
Gone going, gone everything gone give a damn
Gone be the birds, when they don´t want to sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things, gone...
Autor(es): Jack Johnson