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