One, two, three
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
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 want to 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 hurt, 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 want to sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things gone



Gone
Glad, gone
Gone
Gone
Gone













Gone


you