You take a rickety plane up from Seattle into AnchoragenYou step on the concrete gazing at the midnight sunnJump in my pickup and we'll drivenBring your troubles down Highway 9nI got a pull-out couch and a job lined up at the cannerynYou hitch a ride to Homer, Alaska - brother, the drinks will be on menn[chorus]nRaise a glass, tip the chalice, welcome to Alice's Champagne PalacenThe finest bar in the strip in Homer, AlaskanIf you're from New York, LA, DallasnYou'll find a home at the Champagne PalacenAlice will pour you a cold one, go ahead and ask hernIf you're running away to AlaskannNow the mountains rise from ocean to sky in Homer, AlaskanAnd they'll steal your breath and your troubles in the blink of an eyenYou'll hear a band with a steel guitarnThere's a window seat right at the barnThe whales are breeching and Alice is preaching Like a Rolling StonenShe'll push a Mason jar across the bar and say Mister, welcome homenn[repeat chorus]nn[bridge]nYou've never been to a prettier place than Homer, AlaskanYou'll never find a kinder face than the one behind the barnHomer's a town full of misfit toysnRenegade women, runaway boysnEverybody's got a story here in Homer-townnI guess sometimes you gotta go to the end of the earth just to turn yourself aroundnnRaise a glass, tip the chalice, welcome to Alice's Champagne PalacenThe finest bar in the strip in Homer, AlaskanIf you're from New York, LA, DallasnYou'll find a home at the Champagne PalacenAlice will pour you a cold one, go ahead and ask hernIf you're running away.....brother you just might stay.....nIf you're running away to Alaska.....Alaska....right on the strip in Homer....Alaskan