The Golden Age

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



these days i barely get by

i dont even try



its a treacherous road with a desolated view

there's distant lights but here they're far and few

and the sun dont shine even when its day

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



these days i barely get by

i dont even try

i dont even try