Where scatheless security
And faith resided deep
Before simple became byzantine
There was a haven where I could rest my head
A steady stealthy pilferage
Displace myself throughout the years
Become a flawless dramaturg
So that you feel, not see, the brine on cheeks
The work goes on for years not weeks
Each act a dose barbiturate
But expect not a behest on my behalf
'Cause I've been in deeper problems here
Emotionally unstable, they just shake the breeze
Take an idyllic jag as rakish restive youths
Crowd around your knees
It's what's been bothering me of late
Believe what you will, I extend that grace
It seems Alaska is my fate
It's what's been bothering me of late (I'm not going anywhere)
Believe what you will, I extend that grace (anytime real soon)
Because a pedestal and stage ('cause I've got things to do)
Is not my true place (before it's through)
It's what's been bothering me of late (I've met up face to face with fate)
Believe what you will, I extend that grace (can we postpone that morbid date?)
It seems Alaska is my fate (although I hate to make you wait)
But it's not my true place (although I hate to make you wait)
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It's what's been bothering me of late
Believe what you will, I extend that grace
It seems Alaska is my fate
But it's not my true place
It's what's been bothering me of late
Believe what you will, I extend that grace
It seems Alaska is my fate
But it's not my true place