The Golden Age


  1. Quin Finnegan says

    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 dont even try

    Its a treacherous road
    With a desolated view
    Theres distant lights
    But here theyre far and few
    And the sun dont shine
    Even when its day
    You gotta drive all night
    Just to feel like youre ok

    These days I barely get by
    I dont even try

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