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

       jack johnson <3