Gone

Well 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?

Are there things that concern you more than your time?

Gone, going, 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, oh

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, going, gone, everything gone, give a damn

Gone be the birds if they don't wanna sing

Gone people

All awkward with their things

Gone