Flaming Lips Version
Your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Desert wind
Cool your aching head
The weight of the world
Drift away instead
High, high
And I don't even try

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

It's 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
You got to drive all night
Just to feel like you're okay
Ohh these days I barely get by
I don't even try

I don't even try
I don't even try