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.