The Golden Age
Beck
Sea Change (2002)

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 days i barely get by
i dont even try

its a treacherous road with a desolated view
there's distant lights but here they're far and few
and the sun dont shine even when its day
you gotta drive all night just to feel like you're okay

these days i barely get by
i dont even try
i dont even try