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 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 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 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 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 Driven on, driven in on the thin end of the wedge Driven out, driven to the edge It's my turn to drive But it's my turn 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 Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
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 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 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 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 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 Driven on, driven in on the thin end of the wedge Driven out, driven to the edge It's my turn to drive But it's my turn 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 Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
