Some-

times,

I

feel

the

fear

of

un-

cer-

tain-

ty

stin-

ging

clear

And

I

can't

help

but

ask

my-

self

how

much

I'll

let

the

fear

Take

the

wheel

and

steer

It's

dri-

ven

me

be-

fore

And

it

seems

to

have

a

vague,

haun-

ting

mass

a-

ppeal

But

late-

ly

I'm

be-

gin-

ning

to

find

That

I

should

be

the

one

be-

hind

the

wheel

Wha-

te-

ver

to-

mo-

rrow

brings

I'll

be

the-

re

with

o-

pen

arms

and

o-

pen

eyes,

ye-

ah

Wha-

te-

ver

to-

mo-

rrow

brings

I'll

be

the-

re,

I'll

be

there

So

if

I

de-

cide

to

wai-

ver

my

chance

To

be

one

of

the

hive

Will

I

choose

wa-

ter

o-

ver

wi-

ne

And

hold

my

own

and

drive?

It's

dri-

ven

me

be-

fore

And

it

seems

to

be

the

way

that

eve-

ry-

one

else

gets

a-

round

But

late-

ly

I'm

be-

gi-

nning

to

find

That

when

I

drive

my-

self

my

light

is

found

Wha-

te-

ver

to-

mo-

rrow

brings

I'll

be

the-

re

with

o-

pen

arms

and

o-

pen

eyes,

ye-

ah

Wha-

te-

ver

to-

mo-

rrow

brings

I'll

be

the-

re,

I'll

be

there

Would

you

choose

wa-

ter

o-

ver

wine

Hold

the

wheel

and

drive?

Wha-

te-

ver

to-

mo-

rrow

brings

I'll

be

the-

re

with

o-

pen

arms

and

o-

pen

eyes,

ye-

ah

Wha-

te-

ver

to-

mo-

rrow

brings

I'll

be

the-

re,

I'll

be

there