Where'd you go
after you slammed the door?
You're fucked up
and you're mad at the world
You're jumping up and down
with fists full of hair
and you're choking in despair
while you're pacing back and forth
Your minds packing bags
for the last resort

Alaska, a last call to the wild
Alaska, a last call to the wild
Alaska, a last call to the wild
This is a cry for help

It's the backup plan
in the back of his mind
for some time
That caught up from behind
and he couldn't remember
when this first felt familiar to him

When did forbidden fruit
become the new norm?
Became a sin to be sober
before the party's over
but your pity parties never seem to end

Where'd you go
after you slammed the door?
You're fucked up
and you're mad at the world
You're jumping up and down
with fists full of hair
and you're choking in despair
while you're pacing back and forth
And your minds packed its bags
for the last resort

Alaska, a last call to the wild
Alaska, a last call to the wild
Alaska, a last call to the wild
This is a cry for help

It's the backup plans
in the back of his mind
so unkind
That call out from behind
til he can't rememner
why he's alive
Those fallback plans
they whisper sometimes
so unkind
And then call him from inside
til he can't remember why he's alive

When did your day dreams
become these nightmares?
Became a sin to be sober
before the party's over
but your pity parties never seem to end