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 er ror,
driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror,
driven to the edge of a deep
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 to the margin of er ror
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep dark hole
on the thin end of the wedge
on the thin end of the wedge
But it's my turn to drive
The road unwinds toward me,
The road unwinds before me,
but it's my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of er ror,
driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror,
Driven to the edge of a deep dark hole