| E | F#m | |
| Put your hands on the wheel |
| A | E | F#m | A | |
| Let the | golden age | begin |
| E | F#m | |
| Let the window down |
| 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 in | stead |
| D | A | F#m | A | E | F#m | |
| Oh | 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 | |
| And 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 | OK |
| D | A | F#m | A | E | F#m | |
| Oh | These days | I barely get | by |
| A | E | F#m | |
| I don't even | try |
| A | E | F#m | A | |
| I don't even | try |
| E | F#m | A | E |