Alaska, I'm goin to alaska
the pine trees and rocky streams
can't be kept from me
roadhouse bar at the end of the logging road
I'll wash dishes all night long if I can step outside to an Alaskan dawn
propeller planes weave through the Alaska skies you know that im afraid to fly
but I'll spit my caution into the wind
I must see that place before I die
great outdoors, I want to know the fear that to lose the path means that ill never find my way back
endless ice, if I were poorer I might survive
on a tundra where visions come out through the totem to everyone
I meet a girl who drives a pick up truck
befriend a dog whose down on luck
I'll spend the summer craving the darkest nights
let me see those northern lights
instrumental
propeller planes weave through Alaska skies
you know that I'm afraid to fly
but I'll spit my caution into the wind
I must see that place before I die
Alaska, I'm goin to Alaska
please wait for me
however long that may be

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