I don't even try 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

I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel I shiver in the mirror, pull my