Drive

Sometimes, I 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

It's driven me before

And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal

But lately I am beginning to find

That I should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings

I'll be there with open arms and open eyes

Whatever tomorrow brings

I'll be there with open 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 own and drive?

It's driven me before

And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around

But lately I am beginning to find

That when I drive myself my light is found

So whatever tomorrow brings

I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah

Whatever tomorrow brings

I'll be there with open arms and open eyes

Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?

Would you choose water over wine

Hold the wheel and drive?