When did this coast of ours recede from our reach?
Priceless, retained by deed
When did native ground become idiom?
Stolen throughout history

But it's what's best for us
Called indigenous
It's what's best for us,
The sand and the rust

Those wide open spaces and longer views
A life of nativity I thought I knew
Destined to befit their summer homes
Corruption comes in droves
Fortunate thieves

It's what's best for us,
The paths we intrust
It's what's left to us,
The remnants and the dust

Diversity in color
Integrity in deeds
A world without mass exodus
The shores receding dreams
Our time is running out
Our time is running out

But it's what's best for us
Called indigenous
It's what's best for us,
The sand and the rust