作曲 : R. John Williams / C. Kael Alden
 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.