DRIVEN



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