The Golden Age
Put your hands on the wheelLet the golden age beginLet the window downFeel the moonlight on your skinLet the desert windCool your aching headLet the weight of the worldDrift away instead
These day I barely get byI don't even try
It's a treacherous roadWith a desolated viewThere's distant lightsBut here they're far and fewAnd the sun don't shineEven when its dayYou gotta drive all nightJust to feel like you're ok
These days I barely get byI don't even try