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 out that I should be the one behind the wheel.
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´m 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.
Y eh.
Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine.... hold the wheel and drive?