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