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