Drive sing and play along

Sometimes, I feel the fear of the 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'm begining 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,

ah, ah, ah, ah, oh?

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that ev'ryone else gets around.

Lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself,

my light is found.

Would you choose water over wine,

hold the wheel and drive?

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.

Do, do, do, do, do, do,

do, do, do, do, do,

bom, bom, bom, do, do, do,

do, do.

Do, do, do, do, do, do,

do, do, do, do, do,

bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom.