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

 Lately I’m 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, yeah

 

Whatever tomorrow brings, I’ll be there

So if I decide to waive 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

Lately I’m beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found

Whatever tomorrow brings, I’ll be there

With open arms and open eyes, yeah

 

Whatever tomorrow brings, I’ll be there, I’ll be there

Would you choose water over wine… hold the wheel and drive?