Lyrics for 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

Written by:

Beck Hansen

Published by:

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.





Click Play to Listen Live    
0:00 / 0:00
 

No playlist or video currently playing...

Logging you in...

Login unsuccessful

  Try Again ×

Start saving songs!

  Login with Facebook ×
×
×