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) ♪ 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