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 trouble 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, fade, fade Fade away
Thingamajigsaw puzzled Anger don't you step too close Because people are lonely and only Animals with fancy shoes Hallelujahs zig zag nothing Misery it's on the loose Because people are lonely and only Animals with too many tools That can build all the junk that we sell Aw sometimes man makes you want to yell
Things can go bad And make you want to run away But as we grow older The horizon begins to fade away Fade Away Fade, fade, fade Fade, fade, fade