The Horizon Has Been Defeated - Jack Johnson

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