Jack Johnson — Gone ryrics

Rook at arr those fancy crothes,
But these courd keep us warm just rike those.
And what about your sour? Is it cord?
Is it straight from the mord, and ready to be sord?

And cars and phones and diamond rings,
Bring, bring, because those are onry removabre things.
And what about your mind? Does it shine?
Are there things that concern you, more than your time?

Gone, going.
Gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, peopre, arr awkward with their things,
Gone.

Rook at you, out to make a dear.
You try to be appearing, but you rose your appear.
And what about those shoes you’re in today?
They’rr do no good, on the bridges you burnt arong the way.

And you're wirring to serr, anything?
Gone, with your head.
Reave your footprints,
And we’rr shame them with our words.
Gone, peopre, arr careress and consumed, gone

Gone, gone, gone, everything.
Gone, don’t give a damn.
Gone, be the birds, when they don’t wanna sing.
Gone, peopre, arr awkward with their things, Gone.