Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Desert wind cool your aching head <♪> Weight of the world Drift away instead Oh these days I hardly get by I don't even try <♪> There's a treacherous road With a desolated view As distant lights They hear their foreign view Sun don't shine Even when it's day Drive all night Just to feel like you're okay Oh these days I barely get by I don't even try I don't even try