I was on the road, despite the holiday, The winter green softly collided, Took all my headaches away,
When did I arrive? I recall ever leaving Alaska. Why I hate the dark when I’m alone? I was on way to 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 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 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,