Sometimes, feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear 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 have a vague, haunting mass appeal But lately I am beginning to that I Should be the one behind 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 I choose over wine and hold my own and drive? It's driven me before it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around But lately I'm beginning to that When I drive myself my light is found
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes
Would kill the Queen to crush the hive? Would you choose over wine Hold the wheel and drive?