Lyrics:

The horizon has been defeated by the pirates of the new age
Alien casinos, well, maybe it's just time to say
That things can go bad and make you wanna 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 drillin' goes too far

Things can go bad and make you wanna run away
But as we grow older, the horizon begins to
Fade, fade, fade
Fade away

But thingama-jigsaw puzzled, anger, don't you step too close
Because people are lonely and only animals with fancy shoes
And hallelujah zig-zag nothin', 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
Ah, sometime, man, make you want to yell

That things can go bad and make you wanna run away
But as we grow older, the horizon begins to
Fade away
Fade away

Fade, fade, fade
Fade, fade, fade