Beck
The Golden Age
[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Oh, 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 okay

[Chorus]
Oh, these days, I barely get by
I don't even try
I don't even try