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