Alaska

You used to talk about freedom like it's paradise

I was too young to understood it, but it sounded nice

You'd say life is to be lived and never suffered my son

Like Louis L'Amour we'll live like bandits on the run

You would talk about freedom like it's paradise

I wish we had gone to Alaska

And felt the air in our lungs

Time's only precious

Cause you wake up and it's gone

I wish we had gone to Alaska