The Golden Age

E F#m Put your hands on the wheel F#m A E F#m A Let the golden age begin E F#m The window down F#m A E F#m A Feel the moonlight on your skin

E F#m Let the desert wind A E F#m A Cool your aching head E F#m Let the weight of the world A E F#m A Drift away instead

D A F#m A E F#m Ohh these days I barely get by A E F#m A I don't even try

E F#m It's a treacherous road A E F#m A With a desolated view E F#m There's distant lights A E F#m A But here they're far and few

E F#m The sun don't shine A E F#m A Even when it's day E F#m You gotta drive all night A E F#m A Just to feel like you're okay

D A F#m A E F#m Ohh these days I barely get by A E F#m A I don't even try A E F#m A I don't even try

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