Golden Age

Put your hands on the wheel

Let the golden age begin

Let the window down

Feel the moonlight on your skinThe desert wind

Cool your aching head

The weight of the world

Drift away insteadOh, these days hardly get by

I don't even tryIt's a treacherous road

With a desolated view

There's distant lights

But here, they're far and fewThe sun don't shine

Even when it's day

Drive all night

Just to feel like you're okayOh, these days, I barely get by

I don't even try

I don't even try