Recoverable In this little song, I’m not saying something’s wrong I’m not saying something’s right, I’m just trying to shed some light On a word that most abuse, but I for one refuse To assume that all there is was one time mine From the great white pines when Chicago fell Prudhoe Bay is now an oil well The claim that’s made to advance our space Must be ours, we’re the human race Like an old coat left in some forgotten place I’d like it back it’s mine Even Webster says it’s so, the trees were meant to go This land’s too wet, too unknown, only we deserve a home Reclaim this, recover that, here’s a little fact If it wasn’t yours before oil and boards, the word to use is theft Chorus I’d like it back it’s mine