I was on the road, despite the holiday, The winter green daydream, softly Took all my headaches away,
When did I arrive? I recall ever leaving Alaska. Why do I hate the dark when I’m I was on my way a brighter day, I’m still chasing around, But somehow believe 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 recall ever leaving 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 I believe that this is home, It’s so good to be home,