I don't have my own Alaska
That's what eats at me
My father at my age was fighting coast to coast through waves
Grandfather was fighting for this country
But I don't have my own Alaska
There's nothing left to unfreeze
And it's not cold or dark enough here
To bring me growth or misery
So what can I brag about?
Of what can I proud?
There's nothing left to discover for me
I'm jealous of my father
Cuz he had it so much harder
He struggled so much more than me
I don't have my own Alaska
None of my forests have trees
All of them have since been cut
Not by hand, but rather by machines
I know every trip I take
I'll have a safe return
And that's the reason that I ache
It's danger for which I yearn
I don't have my own Alaska
No frontiers await me
I want to do something to make me a man
But that's not what the world wants to see
So what can I brag about?
Of what can I proud?
There's nothing left to discover for me
I'm jealous of my father
Cuz he had it so much harder
He struggled so much more than me
I'm jealous of my father
Cuz he had it so much harder
He learned so much more than me
I don't have my own Alaska
That's what eats at me