Beck — The Golden Age

[Verse 1] Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin The window down Feel the moonlight on your skin The desert wind Cool your aching head The weight of the world Drift away instead [Chorus] Ohh, 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 ok [Chorus] Ohh, these days I barely get by I don't even try I don't even try