Look
at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm just like those
What about your soul, is it cold?
Is it
straight from the mold and ready to be sold?
Cars and phones and diamond rings,
bling bling Those are only removable things
What about your mind, does it shine?
Or
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 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 hurt
Leave your footprints,
we'll shame them with our words
Gone people,
all careless and inconsumed,
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