Interpret:

Jack Johnson

Album:

On and On

Well 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, those are only removable things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine
Or 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


And you're willing to sell, anything?
Gone, with your herd
Leave your footprints,
And we’ll shame them with our words
Gone, people, all careless and consumed, gone


Gone, gone, gone, everything
Gone, give a damn
Gone, be the birds, if they don’t wanna sing
Gone, people, all awkward with their things, gone