I was alone, I knew the names of my loves
Mycelium branches and fins
Under the ocean, totems of what we would call God
Who just happens to be neighbors
She's a painter, after all
When the mountains knew our names
And the rivers sang our songs
As they crashed into the ocean
Where the whales would sing along
We're the people of the salmon
We're the people of the rice
We're the people of the kalo
I will be there when the work is done
What I leave for my grandchildren
Live in a good way for her
Live in a good way for her
Live in a good way for her, oh-oh
Live in a good way for her
The planet was warmin' by a couple degrees
Our actual origins unknown
Lookin' for answers in triangular lights in the sky
They were strugglin' to survive
The data showed the shift in poles
Back when the coral was alive
We're the people of the water
We're the people of the maize
We're the people from the stars
And the keepers of the old ways
I will be there when the work is done
What I leave for my grandchildren
Live in a good way for her
Live in a good way for her
Live in a good way for her, oh-oh
Live in a good way for her
Live in a good way for her, oh-oh
Live in a good way for her