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?