The Golden Age Songtext
von Beck

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin

Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin

The desert wind
Cool your aching head

The weight of the world
Drift away instead


Oh-oh, these days I barely get by
I don′t even try

It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view

There′s distant lights
But here they're far and few

The sun don't shine
Even when it′s day

Gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you′re okay


Oh-oh, these days I barely get by
I don't even try, I don′t even try