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 seem to stay



Future complication

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 wanna run away 

But as we grow older 

the horizon begins to fade away

fade, fade, fade



thingamajigs are puzzled

anger don't you step to close 

because people are lonely and only

animals with fancy shoes

well hallelujah zigzag nothing

misery is on the loose

because people are lonely and only

animals with too many tools

that can build all the junk that we sell

sometimes it makes you want to yell



Things can go bad 

And make you wanna run away 

But as we grow older 

the horizon begins to fade away

fade, fade, fade