Woorden: Sky Sailing. An Airplane Carried Me To Bed. Alaska.

I was on the road despite the holiday
The winter green day dream softly colliding
It 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 recalled the day
That my discomposure left me forever
It 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 believe that this is home
It's so good to be home