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 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 Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive? Would you choose water over wine.... Hold the wheel and drive?
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