Beck - The Golden Age lyrics

[Beck - The Golden Age lyrics]

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin desert wind
Cool your aching head
The weight of the world drift away instead

Ohh, 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
You gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you're okay

Ohh, these days I barely get by
I don't even try i don't even try

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