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