I was on the road, despite the holiday, winter green daydream, softly collided, Took all my headaches away,
did I arrive? I don’t recall ever leaving Alaska. 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 is home, It’s so to be home,
I was on the ground, when I the day, That my discomposure, left me forever, It all my troubles away,
When did I arrive? I don’t recall ever leaving Alaska. Why I hate the dark when I’m I was on 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,