Drive

Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
Lately I'm 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 hole my own and drive?
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way that everyone else get around.
Lately I beginning to find that, when I drive myself, my life is found.
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...
Would you choose water over wine?
Hold the wheel and drive...

Incubus


No sé cómo no había colgado antes esta canción en mi blog. Me trae buenos recuerdos y me parece preciosa.