The horizon has been defeated By the pirates of the new age Alien casinos Well maybe it's just time to say Things can go bad And make you want to run away But as we grow older The troubles just seems to stay Future complications In the strings between the cans But no prints can come from fingers If machines become our hands And then our feet become the wheels And then the wheels become the cars And then the rigs begin to drill Until the drilling goes too far Things can go bad And make you want to run away But as we grow older The horizon begins to fade away begins to fade away Thingamajigsaw puzzled And anger don't you step too close 'Cause people are lonely And only animals with fancy shoes And Hallelujahs exact nothing And misery it's on the loose 'Cause people are lonely And only animals with too many tools That can build all the junk that we sell Aw sometimes man make you wanna yell That things can go bad And make you wanna run away But as we grow older Horizon begins to fade away, begins to fade away, fade away