Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clearAnd I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fearTake the wheel and steer
It's driven me beforeAnd it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appealBut lately I am beginning to findThat I should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow bringsI'll be there with open arms and open eyes
So if I decide to waiver my chanceTo be one of the hiveWill I choose water over wineAnd hold my own and drive?
It's driven me beforeAnd it seems to be the way that everyone else gets aroundBut lately I am beginning to findThat when I drive myself my light is found
So whatever tomorrow bringsI'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeh
Would you kill the queen to crush the hive?Would you choose water over wineHold the wheel and drive?