You take a rickety plane up from Seattle into Anchorage
You step on the concrete gazing at the midnight sun
Jump in my pickup and we'll drive
Bring your troubles down Highway 9
I got a pull-out couch and a job lined up at the cannery
You hitch a ride to Homer, Alaska - brother, the drinks will be on me
[chorus]
Raise a gla**, tip the chalice, welcome to Alice's Champagne Palace
The finest bar in the strip in Homer, Alaska
If you're from New York, LA, Dallas
You'll find a home at the Champagne Palace
Alice will pour you a cold one, go ahead and ask her
If you're running away to Alaska
Now the mountains rise from ocean to sky in Homer, Alaska
And they'll steal your breath and your troubles in the blink of an eye
You'll hear a band with a steel guitar
There's a window seat right at the bar
The whales are breeching and Alice is preaching "Like a Rolling Stone"
She'll push a Mason jar across the bar and say "Mister, welcome home"
[repeat chorus]
[bridge]
You've never been to a prettier place than Homer, Alaska
You'll never find a kinder face than the one behind the bar
Homer's a town full of misfit toys
Renegade women, runaway boys
Everybody's got a story here in Homer-town
I guess sometimes you gotta go to the end of the earth just to turn yourself around
Raise a gla**, tip the chalice, welcome to Alice's Champagne Palace
The finest bar in the strip in Homer, Alaska
If you're from New York, LA, Dallas
You'll find a home at the Champagne Palace
Alice will pour you a cold one, go ahead and ask her
If you're running away.....brother you just might stay.....
If you're running away to Alaska.....Alaska....right on the strip in Homer....Alaska