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
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
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