I was on the road
Despite the holiday
The wintergreen 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 recalled the day
That my discomposure left me forever
And swept all my troubles away