Keep your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
With the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin

Does it win
Cool your rigid head
Feel the weight of the world
Drift away instead

Ohh, these days I barely get by
I don't even try

It is 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

Ohh, ohh, these days I barely get by
I don't even try, I don't even try