The Vanishing Race - Air Supply

Sun, I can’t slow you down

Run, build on sacred ground

All of the leavesd have blown away

Ghosts on a distant highway

In a vanishing race

Sleep, if your eyes must close

Weep, over a poisoned rose

Soon all the tears will blow away

Dust on a distant highway

In the vanishing race

Fly, closer to the sun

Fight, 'till your world is one

Soon all the stars will burn away

Ghosts on a different highway

In the vanishing race

Oh, shall we sleep tonight

Take all your dreams and drive away

Smoke on a distant highway

From the vanishing race

All my people

Respect your Mother Earth

Thank you for this life and this breath

And all my people’s strength