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