Think about the earth and the sun and the moon
Tell me how we should react when they turn into your spittoon
Youd like to make as much as your age by twenty five
Id like to make a lasting impression while Im still alive

When youre gone

Time to take a serious look at what really counts
I wont judge people by sizes of bank accounts
It makes no sense when the working is so hard
Money is money is cash you cant send me a postcard

When youre gone

You somehow come you somehow go is there something more you need to know
No insight love or lasting pain but you know it isnt just some game and all this means
I know one thing this is this is happiness I guess and all I really know is this

When youre gone...