Alaska
Adam Young
I was on the road, despite the holiday
The 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 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
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.