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
These day 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
These days I barely get by
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 These day 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 These days I barely get by Explain Request ×
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