Gone - Jack Jhonson
look at all those fancy clothes
but these can keep us warm just like those
what about your soul, is it gold
straight from the mold and ready to be sold
cars and phones and diamond rings, bling bling
those are only removeable things
what about your mind, does it shine oh
all those things that concern you more than your time
gone going gone everything gone give a damn
gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
gone people, all akward with their things
look at you out to make a deal
you try to be appealing but you loose your peal
what about those shoes your in today
they'll be no good on the bridges you burnt along the way oh
your willing to sell anything gone with your hurt
leave your footprints we shame them with our words
gone people, all careless and consumed
gone going gone everything gone give a damn
gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
gone people, all akward with their things
gone