The Golden Age

The Golden Age
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
Imagina un viaje solitario por un camino desconcertante, donde la luz de la luna acaricia tu piel mientras dejas que el viento del desierto refresque tu cansada mente...