Driven up and down in circles skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE
Driven to the margin of error Drivent 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 of back alleys Driven to another den of thieves
BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE
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 TURN TO DRIVE
The road unwinds toward me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on