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