I was on the road,
despite the holiday,
The winter green daydream,
softly collided,
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 believe that this is home,
It's so good to be home,
I was on the road,
when I recall the day,
That my discomposure,
left me forever,
It sweps 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 believe that this is home,
It's so good to be home,