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