The Golden Age Lyrics – Beck

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 its day

You gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you’re ok
These days I barely get by
I don’t even try
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Beck Lyrics – The Golden Age

Beck

The Golden Age