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, yeh



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?