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