Cheap Haircuts - Going to Alaska

I keep looking at the night sky, trying to come to resolutions
about the purpose of my life or some evil institution.
But I always end up sitting with my head in my hands,
saying, "I guess there are a few things I'll never understand."

I met a girl on an airplane--I think her name was Maggie--
and we talked for a little while. It was the realest conversation I'd had in months.
I don't know what it is about me,
but I always think my good friends would be better off without me.

So I'll leave.
Maybe I'll move to Alaska
and live like a poet
but know that I don't know shit, no.
In ten years, I'll be dead
or in a cubicle,
and I don't know which one scares me more.
I don't know which one scares me more.

Don't give up on me 'til I do.
I think I'll know when it's that time.

So I'll leave.
Maybe I'll move to Alaska
and live like a poet
but know that I don't know shit, no.
In ten years, I'll be dead
or in a cubicle,
and I don't know which one scares me more.
I don't know which one scares me more.