Put your hands on the wheel   Let the golden age begin   Let the window down   Feel the moonlight on your skin      The desert wind   Cool your aching head   The weight of the world   Drift away instead      Oh, these days hardly 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      The 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