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, because those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?
Gone, the wind.
Gone, everything.
Gone, dont give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they dont 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 youre in today?
Theyll do no good, on the bridges you burnt along the way.
Are you willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your head.
Leave your footprints,
And well shame them with our words.
Gone, people, all careful and consumed.
Gone, gone, gone, everything.
Gone, dont give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they dont wanna sing.
Gone, people, all awkward with their things, Gone.
