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.