Look at all those fancy clothes
Lord knows 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
Are you willing to sell anything?
Gone with your hurt, leave your footprints
We'll shame them with our words
Gone people, all careful and consumed
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