Reverend William Buckland Lyrics

I spent a holiday alone in the dark, trying to read the tealeaves
And I caught my shadow speaking old African languages again

Went to a party at the funeral home, out on the city limits
Me and the skeletons were hanging around the back too tired to dance
And I thought the railroad was an old time machine and I got on and wished real hard
And me and John we spent the day trapped at the bottom of a glass
I was reduced to a repeating line of code, numbers in a computer
And I followed circuits to the mainframe and eventually got lost

Guess I am not cut out to be a program
Guess I am not cut out to be a gunman
Guess I am not cut out to be six feet under ground
Guess I am not cut out to be anything at all
Anything at all