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