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, yeah. 
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, 
I'll be there? 

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 
But lately I'm beginning to find that 
When I drive myself 
My light is found. 

(Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?) 
Would you choose 
Water over wine? 
Hold the wheel 
And drive? 

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