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