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    But it's my turn to drive  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    But 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    But it's my turn to drive  But it's my turn to drive