The horizon has been defeated By the pirates of the new age Alien casinos Well maybe its just time to say The 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, fade, fade Fade away Thingamajigsaw puzzled Anger don't you step too close Because people are lonely And only animals with fancy shoes Hallelujah 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 Oh sometimes man, make you want to yell that 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