Sometimes, I feel the fear of
uncertainty, stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself
how much I 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 am 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 hold my own and drive?

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm begininning to find that when I drive myself my light 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?

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