Keep track, my Magellan
Write this conversation down
Go back to our homeland
Write this conversation down
Some of us are restless
In the winter
For the lack of time
For the darker nights
Turn back, my Magellan
And please record this final sound
Old lands unsuspecting
Please record this final sound
Some of us are listening
At the shoreline
To the gap in time
To the sound of flight
Postcards, open letters
Tell our families we have gone
Flashback, fading quickly
Take these words into the dawn
Some of us are waiting
But it won't be long
Till all the maps are wrong
‘cause our land is gone