Oh I woke up this morning,
sunbeams in my face.
Found that’s just a feeling,
that can’t be replaced.
Last night I was dreaming,
dreaming ’bout the coast.
We could catch the train with my father,
and, I’ll be the son,
and you can be the holy ghost.
You can be the, hol-y ghost.
I know it’s messed up but,
I make the, most.
I miss my father.
I miss my, holy ghost.