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