Текст песни Gone - Jack Johnson

Look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm just like those
And what about your soul? Is it cold?
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

You're willing to sell anything?
Gone with your herd
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 wanna sing
Gone people, all awkward with their things
Gone