Sometimes, I feel the fear of, 
uncertainty 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, and it seems to a faint, 
haunting mass appeal. 
But lately I, am beginning to find that I, 
should be the one behing the wheel. 
 [bad word] 
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, 
with open arms and open eyes, yeah. 
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, 
I'll be there.... 

So if I, decide to waiver my, 
chance to be one of, the hive. 
Will I, choose water over wine 
and hold my own and drive? 
It's driven me before, and it seems to be the way, 
that everyone else gets around, 
But lately I'm, beginning to find that, 
When I drive myself my light is found. 

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

Would you choose, water over wine, 
hold the wheel and drive... 
 [bad word] Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, 
with open arms and open eyes, yeah. 
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, 
I'll be there....