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