The Golden Age

[Verse 1]

Put your hands on the wheel, let the golden age begin

Let the window down, feel the moonlight on your skin

Let the desert wind cool your aching head

Let the weight of the world drift away instead

[Chorus]

Oh, these days, I barely get by

I don't even try

[Verse 2]

It's a treacherous road with a desolated view

There's distant lights, but here, they're far and few

And the sun don't shine even when it's day

You gotta drive all night just to feel like you're okay

[Chorus]

Oh, these days, I barely get by

I don't even try

I don't even try