Gone Going

Johnny want to be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues He's singing songs about material things And platinum rings and watches that go bling But, diamonds don't bling in the dark He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart 'Cause his fans can't relate to his new found art He ain't doing what he did from the start And that's putting in some feeling and thought He decided to live his life shallow Cash in his love for material And it's gone, gone, going Gone, everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone You see yourself in the mirror And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiar But you afraid to open up your soul 'Cause you don't really know, don't really know Who is, the person that's deep within 'Cause you are content with just being the name brand man And you fail to see that its trivial Insignificant, you addicted to material I've seen your kind before Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store Packaged up with incense sticks With them vegetarian meals To you that's righteous You're fiction like books You need to go out to life and look 'Cause, what happens when they take your material And you already sold your soul And it's gone, gone, going Gone, everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone You say that time is money and money is time So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind But what about, that crime that you did to get paid And what about, that bid, you can't take it to your brain Why you on about those shoes you'll wear today? They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked along the way All that money that you got gon' be gone That gear that you rock gon' be gone The house up on the hill gon' be gone The gold, on your grill gon' be gone The ice on your wrist gon' be gone That nice little Miss gon' be gone That whip that you roll gon' be gone And what's worst is your soul already gone And it's gone, gone, going Gone, everything gone, give a damn Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing Gone people, up awkward with their things, gone