But these could keep us warm just like those
Those are only removable things
Songwriter: Jack Johnson
Publisher: BUBBLE TOES PUBLISHING
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
Gone going, gone everything
And what about those shoes you're in today, they'll do no good
You're willing to sell anything
Well look at all those fancy clothes
Gone people, all careless and consumed
And cars and phones and diamond rings, bling, bling
And what about your soul, is it cold?
We'll shame them with our words
Gone people, all awkward with their things, gone
Gone everything, gone give a damn
Gone give a damn
Gone, gone going
On the bridges you burnt along the way
One, two
Or are there things that concern you more than your time?
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
Gone with your herd, leave your footprints
Is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold?
Look at you, out to make a deal
Gone people all awkward with their things, gone
And what about your mind, does it shine
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing