Lirieke: Jack Johnson. On And On. Gone.

One, two

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 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
And what about those shoes you're in today, they'll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way

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 when they don't want to sing
Gone people all awkward with their things, gone