Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear
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
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes
So if I decide to waiver my chance
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive?
And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I am 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, yeh
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?