I was on road, despite the holiday, The winter green daydream, softly collided, Took all my headaches away,
When did I arrive? don’t recall ever leaving Alaska. Why do I hate the when I’m alone? I was on my way to a brighter day, still chasing around, But somehow I believe that this is home, It’s so good to be
I was on the ground, when recall the day, That my discomposure, left me forever, It sweps all my troubles away,
did I arrive? don’t recall ever leaving Alaska. Why do I hate the dark when I’m alone? I was on my way a brighter day, I’m still chasing around, But somehow I believe that this is It’s so good to be home,