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
And we break our own firewood to make our light,. And in the shadow of the mountains and into the night,. Ooh into the night,. Ahhh And as we head to the river are we out of our minds?. And in the