Jack Johnson "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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |