Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fool´s paradise

It´s my turn to drive
But it´s my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves

But it´s my turn to drive
But it´s my turn to drive

Driven in -- Driven to the edge
Driven out -- On the thin end of the wedge
Driven off -- By things I´ve never seen
Driven on -- By the road to somewhere I´ve never been

But it´s my turn to drive
But it´s my turn to drive

The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on

But it´s my turn to drive
But it´s my turn to drive