The Golden Age (黄金时代) - Beck
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
The weight of the world
Drift away instead
Days I barely get by
I don't even try
It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There's distant lights
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
These days I barely get by
I don't even try
I don't even try
