I was on the road 
Despite the holiday 
The wintergreen daydream softly collided 
And took all my headaches away 
 [bad word] ] 
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 [bad word] left me forever 
And swept all my troubles away 
 [bad word]