Gone

Gone - Jack Johnson (傑克·約翰遜)

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

And you're willing to sell anything

Gone with your head

Leave your footprints

And 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