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
but here they're far and few
the sun don't shine
even when it's day
drive all night
just to feel like you're okay.

Oh, these day I barely get by 
I don't even try
I don't even try.

Golden age-KT Tunstall (cover de Beck).