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 diamonds rings, bling, bling Those are only removable things And what about your mind, does it shine? Or are there things that concerned you, more than you 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 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