Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear Take the wheel and steer driven me before And it seems to a vague, haunting mass appeal But lately I am beginning to find that I Should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be With open arms and open eyes
if I decide to waiver my chance to be one the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before And it seems to be way that everyone else gets around But I'm beginning to find that When I drive myself my light is found
So whatever brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes
Would you kill the Queen crush the hive? Would you choose water over wine Hold the wheel and drive?