Alaska

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