Sometimes, I feel the of uncertainty stinging clear And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear the wheel and steer It's driven me before And it seems to have a vague, mass appeal But lately I am beginning to find 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 chance to be one the hive Will I 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 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
you kill Queen to crush the hive? Would you choose water over wine Hold the wheel and drive?