The Golden Age

Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin window down Feel the moonlight on your skin desert wind Cool your aching head weight of the world Drift away instead These day I barely get by I don't even try It's a treacherous road With a desolated view There's distant lights they're far and few sun don't shine Even when its day drive all night Just to feel like you're ok These days I barely get by I don't even try I don't even try