Reverend William Buckland Lyrics

Lyric discussion by crstlbllr 

Cover art for Reverend William Buckland lyrics by Tigers on Trains

Per the "Grandfather" page on SimpleStereo.com:

I spent a holiday alone in the dark, Trying to read the tea leaves 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 'round 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 Wayne 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 through 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