The things I fear I’ll kill
Are the ones I love the most
Father, son, and holy ghost
Father, son, and holy ghost
Kansas neon light glows cold
Cross the river, going home
Father, son, and holy ghost
Father, son, and holy ghost
Grab the wheel, crash the rail
Merry Christmas, all is well
Father, son, and holy ghost
Father, son, and holy ghost
Many times the dreams returning
Many times my mind still churning
Father, son, and holy ghost
Father, son, and holy ghost
Still they come, but they don’t linger
Like a stupid song forgets its stupid singer
Father, son, and holy ghost
Father, son, and holy ghost