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