Sometimes, I feel the fear of, our history stinging clear. And I, can't help but ask myself, how much I'll let the fear, take the wheel and steer...

It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal,
Lately, I'm, beginning to find, that I'm a ghost behind a wheel..

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes...

So if I decide to waiver my, chance to be one of the hive,
Will I choose courage over fear and hold my own and drive,  
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way,
That everyone else get around,
Lately, I'm beginning to find that I'm lost in myself, where is the light  to be found?