
Golden Age [Cover]
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 this world
Drift away instead
These days I barely get by
I don't even try
It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There are distant lights
But here they're far and few
And the sun doesn’t shine
Even when its day
You gotta drive all night
Just to feel you're ok
These days I barely get by
I don't even try
These days I barely get by
I don't even try
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of this world
Drift away instead
Writer/s: Beck