Beck - 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

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

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