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