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