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 towards me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on