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. 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. And the sun don't shine. Even when it's day. You gotta drive all night. Just to feel like you're OK. Oh. These days I barely get by. I don't even try. I don't even try