Gone

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