Alaska

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