Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise
but i's drive..............my to Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
it's my to drive............
drive to the margin of error driven to the edge of control drive to the margin of terror driven to the edge of a deep ,dark hole Driven in --- Driven to the edge Driven out --- On the thin end of the wedge Driven off --- By things I've never seen Driven on --- By the road to somewhere I've never been
it's my to drive........... The road unwinds towards me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on It's my turn to drive But it's my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Drivento the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Drivento the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
