Alaska Stowaway

Written by Arthur Mountaniol

I am catching one of Alaska’s trains
Got my suitcase up there. Good
Myself in space between wheels and rails
Smiling my ass in soot

I’m lucky I’ve kept my dream in my heart
Some flowers for my love
Yet I’ve got no gold coz I’ve never been smart
Only willing to take off

Know how it feels cutting winds with your hand?
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Some bullshit like hey, I’m in no man’s land
After something loved by skunks

Through the night full of stars above
Zig-zags by northern lights
One mile and a half before I take my ass off
And get lost in crescent heights